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A tap came to the door. He looked fearfully round for the woman whom jealousy had so speedily turned from an angel to a fiend; and saw with dismay that she had actually had the hardihood to slip round and enter the picture again. She had not quite arranged herself when her rival knocked. Triplet dragged himself to the door.
Matthew keeps to chronological order in the first and second miracles of the second triplet, but probably His reason for bringing them together was rather similarity in their contents than proximity in their time.
Oh, madam, I wanted to ask you, was it not strange your not being at Mr. Vane's, after all, to-day?" "I was at Mr. Vane's, Triplet." "You were? Why, I came with my verses, and she said you were not there! I will go fetch the verses." "No, no! Who said I was not there?" "Did I not tell you? The charming young lady who helped me with her own hand to everything on the table.
"The picture being unfinished, gentlemen," said he, "must, if you would do me justice, be seen from a a focus; must be judged from here, I mean." "Where, sir?" said Mr. Cibber. "About here, sir, if you please," said poor Triplet faintly. "It looks like a finished picture from here," said Mrs. Clive. "Yes, madam," groaned Triplet.
"Gentlemen," said Triplet, "does it never occur to you that the fine arts are tender violets, and cannot blow when the north winds " "Blow!" inserted Quin. "Are so cursed cutting?" continued Triplet. "My good sir, I am never cutting!" smirked Soaper. "My dear Snarl," whined he, "give us the benefit of your practiced judgment. Do justice to this ad-mirable work of art," drawled the traitor.
While I admire the Tausig orchestration, these particlar octaves are hideously cacaphonic. The original triplet unisons are so much more graceful and musical. The chronology of the concertos has given rise to controversy. The trouble arose from the F minor Concerto, it being numbered op. 21, although composed before the one in E minor.
In a volume of miscellaneous poems I met with one, written with the patriotic purpose of cheering the country under it; one triplet struck me as rather alarming for us, however soothing to America. "Supposing George's house at Kew Were burnt, as we intend to do, Would that be burning England too?"
I used to be a very hearty laugher," whined she; "but I haven't laughed this two years." "Oh, indeed!" said the Woffington. "Then the next two years you shall do nothing else." "Ah, madam!" said Triplet. "That passes the art, even of the great comedian." "Does it?" said the actress, coolly. Lucy. "She is not a comedy lady. You don't ever cry, pretty lady?" "Oh, of course not." "Comedy is crying.
If you are ill, be ill till I make you well. Twelve plates, quick! Twenty-four knives, quicker! Forty-eight forks quickest!" She met the children with the cloth and laid it; then she met them again and laid knives and forks, all at full gallop, which mightily excited the bairns. Pompey came in with the pie, Mrs. Woffington took it and set it before Triplet. Mrs. Woffington. "Your coat, Mr.
"Good-by," said she, sweetly; and thank you kindly for your company. "Triplet, madam James Triplet, of 10, Hercules Buildings, Lambeth. Occasional verses, odes, epithalamia, elegies, dedications, squibs, impromptus and hymns executed with spirit, punctuality and secrecy. Portraits painted, and instruction in declamation, sacred, profane and dramatic. "Madam,
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