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Beckford's book is entirely unlike any book of travel in prose that exists in any European language; and if we could fancy Lord Byron to have written the "Harold" in the measure of "Don Juan," and to have availed himself of the facilities which the ottima rima affords for intermingling high poetry with merriment of all sorts, and especially with sarcastic sketches of living manners, we believe the result would have been a work more nearly akin to that now before us than any other in the library.
'Chatterton had written a political essay for The North Briton, which, though accepted, was not printed on account of Lord Mayor Beckford's death. The patriot thus calculated the death of his great patron: £ s. d. Lost by his death in this Essay 1 11 6 Gained in Elegies £2.2 in Essays £3.3 5 5 0 Am glad he is dead by £3 13 6 D'Israeli's Calamities of Authors, i. 54.
Bristol lies spread out below on the N.E., and beyond are the Severn and the Monmouthshire hills. On the R. are the highlands of Gloucestershire, with Beckford's Tower indicating the position of Bath on the verge of the picture. The S. side commands a different but scarcely less fascinating landscape. The unbroken line of the Mendips bounds the prospect in front.
I trust your Lordship will pardon me; it is the sincere esteem I have for you that makes me risk your displeasure." To this manly appeal Nelson seems to have made no reply; none at least is quoted. Afterwards Mrs. Trench, the mother of Archbishop Trench. Beckford's Memoirs, London, 1859, vol. ii. p. 326. Compare an equally strong assertion, Nicolas's Despatches, vol. vi. p. 99. St.
Life of Lord Minto, vol. iii. pp. 242-243. It is purposely given entire, except immaterial postscripts. The author is indebted to Prof. J. Knox Laughton for some extracts from Hotham's diary. Beckford's Memoirs, London, 1859, vol. ii. p. 127. Locker's Greenwich Gallery, article "Torrington." Nicolas, vol. ii. p. 353.
Just at this moment the doctor entered the kitchen. "Have you told him?" he inquired, looking at his wife. "Yes, and he says that but for this he might probably have got a chance to go into Beckford's store at the mill village." "I am sorry for this. They are good men, and he would have been near us, while Cranston is forty miles away." "Who is the man that wants me?" asked Herbert. "A Mr. Holden.
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