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I cannot account for its striking me more now than any other day: but it was as if new to me; and I listened to every sentence which he spoke, as to a musical composition. Professor Gordon gave him an account of the plan of education in his college. Dr. Johnson said, it was similar to that at Oxford. Waller the poet's great-grandson was studying here. Dr.
I told Waller what Jack had said, and he replied that he was sure all our people would have refused to have deserted the poor blacks, even if he had proposed so cruel a proceeding to them. We husbanded to the utmost the provisions we had brought from the brig; though, divided among all the people, there was scarcely more than enough to sustain life for a day. Still, not a seaman grumbled.
I must have fainted dead away." "Yes, you did, and no mistake," said Waller. "Come down to the stream and have a drink of water. If I let you get up you won't try to escape?" "No," said the lad bitterly, as he raised one hand, and let it fall again heavily amongst the bracken. "I am as weak as a child." "Yes," said Waller, "you are.
At last, after drawing a deep breath, he said in a hoarse whisper: "Come along this way." "Wheer to, lad?" "Out in the woods." "Ar'n't a-going to try and do for me so as to keep all the hundred pounds yourself, are you, Master Waller?" said the rough fellow, with a grin. "No, of course not. I want to talk to you." "That's right, lad.
Presently its outline became more defined, and it turned out to be a canoe instead of an antediluvian monster, with Big Waller and Bounce acting the part of legs to it.
Bryan Waller Procter, a fascinating lady who lived to a great age and died as recently as 1888. The Montagus then lived at 25 Bedford Square. Starts like a thing surprised. Here we have an interesting example of Lamb's gift of fused quotation. Wordsworth's line in the "Ode on Intimations of Immortality," Tremble like a guilty thing surprised, Started like a guilty thing,
"Bad for them if they did, sir," replied the sergeant, rather sternly. "My men can shoot." Waller whistled softly. "Oh, ho!" he said; and he tapped the barrel of the sergeant's musket with his knuckles. "Loaded?" The man gave him a quiet nod. "Go on, then; search away, and get it done. You have been in the dining-room, I see."
"Pretenders!" said the lad bitterly. "Those who fought for their rights as heirs to the British Crown. They are at rest, but an heir still lives, and it is his fortunes we follow." "Oh," said Waller thoughtfully. "Yes, I have heard of him in France," and he looked more curiously in the other's eyes as he asked his next question, thinking the while of the slight accent in the lad's speech.
Crumbs, who kept a book-stall on Astor Place, where Bayard Taylor, Irving, Halleck, Bryant, and many another member of the Century Club used to spend their late afternoons delving among the old volumes on his shelves. All these regular boarders, including Fog-horn Cranch and Fred, breakfasted at eight o'clock. Waller, the painter, and Tomlins, the swell, breakfasted at nine.
Middleton, Her portrait is in the Royal Collection amongst the beauties of Charles II.'s Court. a very great beauty I never knew or heard of before; I saw Waller the poet, whom I never saw before. So, very late, by coach home with W. Pen, who was there.
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