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Burley's auspices the parent of revels as frolicking and frantic as those out of which the old Greek Goat Song ever tipsily rose. This would not do. There was a great riot in the streets one night, and the next morning the usher was dismissed. Fortunately for John Burley's conscience, his father had died before this happened, died believing in the reform of his son. During his ushership Mr.
And there was a vast deal in Burley by which any young man might be made the wiser. There was no apparent evidence of poverty in the apartments, clean, new, well-furnished; but all things in the most horrible litter, all speaking of the huge literary sloven. For several days Leonard almost lived in those rooms. He wrote continuously, save when Burley's conversation fascinated him into idleness.
Suddenly, in the midst of his revery, a loud cry broke on his ear. He shuddered as he heard, and hastened forebodingly into the adjoining room. The old woman was kneeling by the bedside, and chafing Burley's hand, eagerly looking into his face. A glance sufficed to Leonard. All was over. Burley had died in sleep, calmly, and without a groan.
So now he again was quiet, with his face turned towards the wall; and Leonard stood by the bedside sorrowfully, and Mrs. Goodyer, who did not heed Burley's talk, and thought only of his physical state, was dipping cloths into iced water to apply to his forehead. But as she approached with these, and addressed him soothingly, Burley raised himself on his arm, and waved aside the bandages.
And the squire struck the end of his stick on the pavement, nodded to Randal, and went on to May Fair as sturdily and as confidently as if to purchase a prize cow at a cattle-show. "Bring the light nearer," said John Burley, "nearer still." Leonard obeyed, and placed the candle on a little table by the sick man's bedside. Burley's mind was partially wandering; but there was method in his madness.
A band of them happened to be stationed in the hamlet, having been attached, for the time, to Burley's command, in order that the men might be gratified by remaining as long as possible near to their own homes. They were, in general, smart, active young fellows, and were usually called by their companions, the Marksmen of Milnwood.
This was the second night on which Leonard had watched by his bedside, and Burley's state had grown rapidly worse. He could not last many days, perhaps many hours. But he had evinced an emotion beyond mere delight at seeing Leonard again. He had since then been calmer, more himself.
The Road into Scotland, by Sir William Drury. Sir Simon Burley's Tragedy. A lamentable Description of the Wars in Flanders in prose, and dedicated to Walsingham secretary of state. A light Bundle of lively Discourses, called Churchyard's Charge 1580, dedicated to his noble patron the Earl of Surry. A Spark of Friendship, a treatise on that writer, address'd to Sir Walter Raleigh.
Burley's search been successful at last?" Flora exclaimed eagerly. "He was telling me of his fresh hopes this morning, and I was deeply interested." "Yes, Miss Hatherton, it seems that I was on the right track," the law clerk replied. "Osmund Maiden passed through Fort Garry nearly twenty-eight years ago. He left a trunk here " "And you are going to look for it?" Flora interrupted. "How curious!
Horace Walpole said that "his stomach would survive all the rest of him." That which in Burley survived the last was his quaint, wild genius. He looked wistfully at the still flame of the candle: "It lives ever in the air!" said he. "What lives ever?" Burley's voice swelled, "Light!" He turned from Leonard, and again contemplated the little flame.
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