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His nervous clean-shaven features do not wear the traditional smile; they are thoughtful, almost grim. On his left is portrayed a huge CANNON astride of which can be seen a chubby angel; the Duke's hand reposes, in a paternal caress on the cherub's head symbolical doubtless of his love of children. The mention of artillery recalls the fact that His Highness was an amateur of ordnance.
"Go with me to life and truth," cried the second form, the youth who was beautiful as a cherub. A flame shone from his brow a cherub's sword glittered in his hand. "I am Knowledge," said he: "my world is greater its aim is truth." And there was a brightness all around; the spectral images paled; it did not extend over the world they had seen.
I thought of his playful letter on the "Diet of the Rooks," but there was not a rook at hand to illustrate antiquity. There was his bedstead and footstool, a mammoth vertebra, and his writing table. A sculptured chair, the back of which is carved into a cherub's head, bending forward and shadowing with its wings the head of the sitter, was said to be of the time of Luther, but not his chair.
The dark wood background of the stalls and canopies, elaborately carved and polished and enriched with mosaics, each surmounted with its benediction of a gilded winged cherub's head, framed a splendid figure in sacerdotal robes.
The Welsh stones were made of a universal pattern a carved top with a space enclosing a miserable death's or winged cherub's head as a heading, a border of scrolls down either side of the inscription, and rarely a design at the base.
Sitting in his smooth-worn, wooden armchair, he was almost formless. His head was huge, his hair uncut and scraggy, his face smooth as a baby's, fat as a cherub's, and as expressionless as an apple.
Thus John Rokesmith in the morning, and it buried John Harmon still many fathoms deeper than he had been buried in the night. Going out earlier than he was accustomed to do, he encountered the cherub at the door. The cherub's way was for a certain space his way, and they walked together. It was impossible not to notice the change in the cherub's appearance.
The pin was a cherub's head, its wings enameled in white, as were the back and edges of the little timepiece whose hands were busily pointing to blue figures. Jewel gasped. "For me?" Her grandfather smoothed his mustache. He had presented gifts to ladies before, but never with such effect. "Grandpa, grandpa!" she exclaimed, touching the little watch in wondering delight.
The general expressed his regret that the captain had been annoyed by the villain again, and was confident he would never see or hear from him again; and he never did. Promptly at the hour set the Guardian-Mother got under way, and the Cherub's band played its liveliest airs.
The oddest-appearing member of the group was, perhaps, Mr. Professional Politician. He wore a tiny mask with a smile like a cherub's painted on it. He kept touching the mask, as though he feared it might fall off; and when he did so it could be seen that he had an enormous, coarse hand which did not match the false face at all.
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