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There was now a distinct manifestation of morning in the air, and presently the bleared white visage of a sunless winter day emerged like a dead-born child. The villagers everywhere had already bestirred themselves, rising at this time of the year at the far less dreary hour of absolute darkness.

Of the father Johnson said: 'Newbery is an extraordinary man, for I know not whether he has read or written most books. He is the original of 'Jack Whirler' in The Idler, No. 19. Hume says that his first work, his Treatise of Human Nature, 'fell dead-born from the press. Auto. p.3. His Enquiry concerning Human Understanding 'was entirely overlooked and neglected. Ib. p.4.

David Hume was thirty-one years of age when he published the first series of his essays; and his Treatise of Human Nature which had fallen "dead-born from the press" was in some sort compensated by the success of the new work. The second part, entitled Political Discourses, was published in 1752, almost simultaneously with the "Inquiry concerning the Principles of Morals."

What was his reason, I know not; Dryden was then no longer in his way. His head still teemed with heroic poetry; and he published "Eliza," in ten books. I am afraid that the world was now weary of contending about Blackmore's heroes, for I do not remember that by any author, serious or comical, I have found "Eliza" either praised or blamed. She "dropped," as it seems, "dead-born from the press."

The History of the Peninsular War is already dead; indeed, the second volume was dead-born. The glory of producing an imperishable record of that great conflict seems to be reserved for Colonel Napier. The rest is mere rubbish.

And at the thought of you I have an impulse to laugh. You are like that. A day like a thousand years has passed. Dead-born hours that did not end. Chill, empty streets and the memory of you like a solitude in which I sat mumbling to phantoms. And now in the darkness my heart sickens with desire for you and the night sharpens its claws upon my heart. Yet there is laughter. Words laugh in my head.

To confess the truth, they are bad enough, and I pity an author who is present at the murder of his works." "Nay, it is but seldom that it can happen," returned the poet; "the works of most modern authors, like dead-born children, cannot be murdered.

'Then, madam, says she, 'if the child should not live, or should be dead-born, as you know sometimes happens, then there is the minister's article saved; and if you have no friends to come to you, you may save the expense of a supper; so that take those articles out, madam, says she, 'your lying in will not cost you above #5, 3s. in all more than your ordinary charge of living.

Napier, who was a very eccentric man, may have so worded the letter as to induce the world to believe that the so-considered illegitimate child had been dead-born, while he gratified privately he might verily think his vengeance by writing this terrible curse. Still I think you are wrong; but as this wonderful paper gives you a plausible plea, I would recommend you to Mr.

Napier's child was dead-born, and was, according to good evidence, buried in the same coffin with the mother." A statement this, which, delivered in the solemn manner of an attorney who was really honest, and who knew much of this history, appeared to Mrs.

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