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Titmarsh would never neglect her needle; and a purse containing some silver pennies, and a very curious pocket- piece. "As long as you keep these, my dear," said Mrs. Hoggarty, "you will never want; and fervently fervently do I pray that you will keep them." In the carriage-pocket we found a paper of biscuits and a bottle of Rosolio.
A cocked hat, edged with gold lace; a pair of stiff riding boots; but instead of the usual leathern breeches he had a fragment of a pair of drawers that scarcely furnished an apology for modesty to hide behind. The estafette galloped up to the door and jumped from his horse. "A glass of rosolio, a fresh horse, and a pair of breeches," said he, "and quickly I am behind my time, and must be off."
Very dear to the heart of refined sensualists is the famous monks' liquor called chartreuse, which deservedly ranks at the head of the long list of liqueurs anisette, curaçao, maraschino, rosolio, alkermès, ratafia, genièvre, etc.
H.'s long stories over her terrible Rosolio. The truth is, at ten I had an appointment under a certain person's window, who was to have been looking at the moon at that hour, with her pretty quilled nightcap on, and her blessed hair in papers.
The estafette was by this time equipped; for he had not lost an instant in making his preparations while talking. The relay was ready: the rosolio tossed off. He grasped the reins and the stirrup. "Were there many robbers in the band?" said a handsome, dark young man, stepping forward from the door of the inn. "As formidable a band as ever I saw," said the estafette, springing into the saddle.
The parents retort by praise of the young fisherman, compliments pass quickly into business, and a vow of eternal friendship between the families is sworn over a bottle of rosolio.
Hoggarty were not remarkably good friends, yet Mother said it was for my benefit that I should stay with my aunt, and so give up the pleasure of having me with her: and though hers was much the humbler house of the two, I need not say I preferred it far to Mrs. Hoggarty's more splendid one; let alone the horrible Rosolio, of which I was obliged now to drink gallons. It was to Mrs.
"Sam my boy," said he, "you are your aunt's heir, and I have a piece of news for you regarding her property which you ought to know. She wrote us down a letter for a chest of that home-made wine of hers which she calls Rosolio, and which lies in our warehouse along with her furniture." "Well," says I, smiling, "she may part with as much Rosolio as she likes for me. I cede all my right."
I shall soon introduse her to my friend Mr. Brough, and others of my acquaintances; and am always "Your loving AUNT. "I have ordered a chest of the Rosolio to be sent from Somersetshire. 'Twill be an acceptable present to my kind entertainer, Mr. This letter was brought to me by Mr.
As for the poor artist, my dear, some people said it was the profuse use of spirit that brought on delirium tremens; but I don't believe it. Take another glass of Rosolio." The telling of this story always put my aunt into great good-humour, and she promised at the end of it to pay for the new setting of the diamond; desiring me to take it on my arrival in London to the great jeweller, Mr.
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