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Cowper and the other great men who were his contemporaries by publication if not by birth, set to work to cure this fault. The sentiment which actuated them was, if we may trust Coleridge's account of Boyer or Bowyer, the famous tyrant of Christ's Hospital, well diffused. "'Nymph, boy?
He was much excited with this long speech; but it cannot be said that any one paid much attention to him. Mrs. Bowyer was holding Mary in her arms, uttering little cries and sobs over her, and looking anxiously at her husband.
Cave was buried in the church of St. James, Clerkenwell, without an epitaph; but the following inscription at Rugby, from the pen of Dr. Hawkesworth, is here transcribed from the Anecdotes of Mr. Bowyer, p. 88. Near this place lies The body of JOSEPH CAVE, Late of this parish: Who departed this Life, Nov. 18, 1747, Aged 79 years.
Bowyer cried. The vicar had a gentle professional laugh over the confusion of his wife's mind. But the doctor took the matter more seriously. "Lady Mary is safely buried and done with, I am not thinking of her," he said; "but I am thinking of Mary Vivian's senses, which will not stand this much longer.
Where is this Varney? Who saw him?" "An it please your Grace," said Bowyer, "it is the same against whom I this instant closed the door of the presence-room." "An it please me?" repeated Elizabeth sharply, not at that moment in the humour of being pleased with anything.
And so I to the 'Change, where a while, and so home and to dinner, and thither came W. Bowyer and dined with us; but strange to see how he could not endure onyons in sauce to lamb, but was overcome with the sight of it, and so-was forced to make his dinner of an egg or two. He tells us how Mrs.
Then after a pause he edged up to what he wished to say by adding: "I had a curious talk with Uncle Martin, who has got his head full of the greatest jumble of scientific terms which he can not remember, and nonsense about what he calls Christian Science. He says he learned it from Miss Bowyer, a Christian Science talker. Do you know her?" "No; I have only heard of her from Mr.
Falconbridge, to sing very finely by the eare only, but a fine way of singing, and if I come ever to lacke a girle again I shall think of getting her. Thence to the towne, and there Spicer, Woodruffe, and W. Bowyer and I dined together and a friend of Spicer's; and a good dinner I had for them. Falconbrige dined somewhere else, by appointment.
So home again and to bed. This day a good pretty maid was sent my wife by Mary Bowyer, whom my wife has hired. 23rd. Thence I to dinner at the Wardrobe, and so home to the office, and there all the afternoon till night, and then both Sir Williams to my house, and in comes Captain Cock, and they to cards.
"Extremum hunc, Arethusa; . . . . . . neget quis carmina Gallo?" Fabrini I had also sent me from Italy, but either he understands Virgil very imperfectly or I have no knowledge of my author. Being invited by that worthy gentleman, Sir William Bowyer, to Denham Court, I translated the first Georgic at his house and the greatest part of the last AEneid.
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