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Such remarks from the man who became the first linguist of his day are well worth remembering. For pronouncing Latin words the "Roman way" he was ridiculed, but he lived long enough to see this pronunciation adopted in all our schools. The long vacation of 1841 was spent at Wiesbaden with his father and mother.

"Hamlet and Ophelia" had been performed at Darmstadt, Wiesbaden, Baden-Baden, Sondershausen, Frankfort. On March 8, 1884, his former teacher, Teresa Carreno, had played his second piano suite at a recital in New York; in March of the following year two movements from the first suite were played at an "American Concert" given at Princes' Hall, London; on March 30, 1885, at one of Mr.

Milly murmured and looked again with more curiosity at the fluffy-haired little woman. "She dresses a good deal," she observed. "I wonder how Clarence likes to pay the bills." "We saw them at Wiesbaden this spring. They seemed quite happy. He was taking the cure." "Did it do him any good?" Milly inquired amiably....

As Marian had talked to her of the house in Wiesbaden and the picture on the wall of the peasant girl knitting in the sunshine she had seen, as by revelation, through a rift in the clouds which separated her from the past the picture on the wall, in its pretty Florentine frame, and knew that it resembled the pale, sweet face which came to her so often and was so real to her.

Rivière urged that he was speaking from Wiesbaden. They were sorry, but they did not care to discuss the matter over the 'phone. He must either take their word for it that the information was correct, or else call in person at the Paris office. It was clear to Rivière that he must make the journey to Paris if he were to unravel the mystery of that astounding statement.

Even when youth and beauty had fled, and lovers no longer stood ready to attend and serve, she still found a good aftermath in her happy harvest field on the floors of the Casino, but when the Casino lights at Wiesbaden went out, then, for the Countess, had the Winter indeed come. My walk had given me something of an appetite, and it now being 2 o'clock I at once proposed to have dinner.

He dreaded the short interval before he could begin, lest some hindrance should unexpectedly occur and relegate him again to inactivity. "I shall be ready this afternoon," he said briskly to Durrance as they breakfasted. "I shall catch the night mail to the Continent. We might go up to London together; for London is on your way to Wiesbaden."

M. Linders went to Homburg, to Baden, to Wiesbaden, but he was no longer the man he had been before his illness; he won largely, indeed, at times, but he lost as largely at others, playing with a sort of reckless, feverish impatience, instead of with the steady coolness that had distinguished him formerly.

In the evening, Christine returned from Wiesbaden; which is distant only a quarter of an hour, by rail, from Mayence. "I have got them," she said, "but if you only knew the trouble I have had! What a bother boys are, to be sure!" "Especially cousins eh, Christine?" "Especially cousins," Christine said, demurely.

So we packed our baggage, bade farewell to Wiesbaden, and one early June morning in 1872 saw us all once more in smoky London, resolved to rouse that Old Lady called the Bank of England from her century-long slumber spent in dreaming of her impregnability.