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The process of mind was favoured by his defeat in all the Arts subjects; in that direction he could see only the triumphant Chilvers, a figure which disgusted him with Greeks, Romans, and all the ways of literature.

All present were very much astonished by this apparition; but the figure told them, in a low, soft voice, to be of good cheer, for she was St. Barbara, and had come to honour the family with a visit as a reward for their piety.

A hundred yards from them, over the boggy upland, among scattered boulders, a dark figure is moving. Now he stops short, gesticulating; turns right and left irresolutely. At last he hurries on and upward; he is running, springing from stone to stone. "There is but one thing, Wynd. After him, or he'll drown himself in Llyn Cwn Fynnon." "No, he's striking to the right.

Let us never forget that Judas with his treachery, and rulers with their hostility, and Pilate with his authority, and the soldiers with their nails, and centurions with their lances, and the grim figure of Death itself with its shaft, would have been all equally powerless against Christ if it had not been his loving will to die on the Cross for each of us.

The commanding figure of the prince, his finely chiselled features, his dignified bearing, united with a frank, cordial, unaffected address, his intelligence and accomplishments, all combined with that nameless charm of a pensive spirit, created by the greatest sufferings patiently endured, secured for him the admiration and the warmest sympathy of the Sicilian family.

Then they suddenly saw in the midst of the mourning females in the widow's train, a snow-white figure closely veiled, and wringing its hands in the wild vehemence of sorrow.

The figure sat cross-legged like a tailor and in one hand held what seemed to be a bronze water lily. Hortense had never seen an image or statue that seemed so calm, as though thinking deep thoughts which it would never trouble to express. "What a funny little man," said Hortense. Grandfather looked gravely at the bronze figure. "That is an image of Buddha, the Indian god," he said.

Her figure especially showed no signs of age, and if she and her daughters were in the room it was she I admired. One day, while seeking through the store-room for a sheet of brown paper to pack up a book in, I came across a pile of old Athenaeums. Had I happened upon a set of drawings by Raphael I could not have been more astonished.

But, when the last figure had been danced, she rose; and, walking up to the mistress of the house, said, stammering painfully, and in extreme embarrassment, "Please excuse me, madam, I have to leave. I feel very unwell. I could not play any more." "How funny!" cried one of the gentlemen. "Here is our ball at an end!" But the young woman said, "Hush, Julius!

Your patient face and neatly-dressed figure stands ever in the foreground of that checkered time; a figure showing naught to an on-looker but the common place virtues of an honest woman!