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There was one subject upon which both my wife and I disagreed in opinion with Mrs. Browning; and it was a subject which sat very near her heart, and was much occupying all minds at that time the phases of Italy's struggle for independence, and especially the part which the Emperor Napoleon the Third was taking in that struggle, and his conduct towards Italy.
Browning that Miss Elizabeth Barrett, the poetess, was a cousin of his he was a bit boastful of the fact. And Mr. Browning nodded and said he had often heard of her, and admired her work. Then Mr. Kenyon suggested that Mr. Browning write and tell her so "You see she has just gotten out a new book, and we are all a little nervous about how it is going to take.
Dry all bits of crust or bread in the oven, browning them nicely. To a pint of these, allow one quart of milk, half a cup of butter, and a teaspoonful of salt. Boil the milk; add the butter and salt, and then the browned bread, and simmer slowly for fifteen minutes, or until perfectly soft. It is very nice. Bits of white bread or sea biscuit can be used in the same way.
Browning answered, and soon several letters a week were going in each direction. Not quite so many missives were being received by Fanny Haworth; and as for Lizzie Flower, I fear she was quite forgotten. She fell into a decline, drooped and died in a year. Mr. Browning asked for permission to call on Miss Barrett.
"If we had three more men in our line as heavy and steady as Browning, Cowan, and Carey," said Devoe, "we might hope to get our backs through; but, as it is, they'll get the jump on us, I fear, and tear up our offense before it gets agoing."
In the first instance, the form ran as follows: 'Miss' Browning and her sister, Miss Phoebe Browning, present their respectful compliments to Mr. Sheepshanks, and beg to inform him that a few friends have kindly consented to favour them with their company at tea on Thursday next. Miss Browning and Miss Phoebe will take it very kindly if Mr. Sheepshanks will join their little circle. Now for Mrs.
Browning. "Cap?" "Sir!" "What the blazes is the matter with you?" "What the blazes! You better say what the dust and ashes! I'm bored to death! I'm blue as indigo! There never was such a rum old place as this or such a rum old uncle as you!" "Cap, how often have I told you to leave off this Bowery boy talk? Rum! pah!" said Old Hurricane. "Well, it is rum, then! Nothing ever happens here!
When Browning writes to afford her amusement, he sometimes appears to us, who are not greatly amused, a little awkward and laborious.
"I fancied Cuthbert's reddening face Beneath its garniture of curly gold, Dear fellow, till I almost felt him fold An arm in mine, to fix me to the place. That way he used, ... Alas! one hour's disgrace!" Robert Browning. Childe Roland.
I should have accepted this offer with more hesitation had I known that they had brought with them the pièce de résistance, the leg of mutton, nearly as large as an English one, that was browning upon the spit before the blazing wood. After thinking myself unlucky, it turned out that I was in luck's way.
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