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So he rang the bell, and his courier came into the room. "Pacifico," said Mr. William, "do you know where Copley is?" "No, sir," said Pacifico; "I did not see him from since it was nine o'clock." "Go down below," said Mr. William, "and inquire of the concierge and the porters if they have seen him, or know where he is." Mr.
"I wonder if fathers always know what is best? And when you are a man " he began. "Don't you want to study law?" "Under some circumstances I should like it." "Would you like keeping a store or having a factory, or building beautiful houses architecture, I believe, the fine part is called. Or painting portraits like Copley and Stuart and the young Mr. Allston up in Court Street."
The first achievement of the new general was the complete dispersion of the parliamentary infantry in the neighbourhood of Doncaster; but in a few days his own followers were dispersed by Colonel Copley at Sherburne. Returning to the borders, they disbanded near Carlisle, the privates retiring to their homes, the officers transporting themselves to the Isle of Man.
But two detachments made about the same time by count Frontignac, attacked the Salmon falls, and fort Casco, where they killed and took about one hundred and eighty persons. © by Violet Oakley; From a Copley print copyright by Curtis and Cameron, Boston
Suddenly Copley seized her wrist. His touch was cold and betrayed the fact that he was nervous himself. "Listen!" he whispered, his lips close to Ruth's ear. Helen would have immediately been "in a fidget," and said so. But Ruth could restrain herself pretty well. She nodded so that Copley saw she heard him and was listening. They waited several moments. "There!" breathed the young fellow again.
Here and there in the boxes was a thoroughbred portrait by Copley the long shapely neck, the sloping shoulders, the drooping eyelids, even to the gown in which the great-grandmother danced with the French officers. "Who is that lovely creature?" asked Margaret, indicating a box opposite. I did not know.
By the time John Herschel was twenty-nine he had published so much mathematical work, and his researches were considered to possess so much merit, that the Royal Society awarded him the Copley Medal, which was the highest distinction it was capable of conferring.
"The world looks darker now that she has vanished," said some of the young men. But the aged, whose recollections dated as far back as witch times, shook their heads, and hinted that our forefathers would have thought it a pious deed to burn the daughter of the oak with fire. "If she be other than a bubble of the elements," exclaimed Copley, "I must look upon her face again."
We took a room with a bath in the Copley Square Hotel. We padded it well with pillows, there was a big window letting in plenty of fresh air, and we instructed the chambermaid to peep at him now and then. And there we would leave him, well-nourished and asleep. Something happened to the draft from the home bank, which should have reached Boston almost at the same time we did.
The space between the run of seats was narrow, and the annoyance as she squeezed past was considerable. "Madam," he said at last, "I trust I do not incommode you by keeping my seat!" He regarded the United States tariff on art as barbarous. "When are you coming to America?" he was asked. "When the tariff on art is removed." The Copley Society asked his aid in making up their exhibition in Boston.
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