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Updated: June 19, 2025
THE interval-day before the second appearance of Herr Grosse, and the experiment on Lucilla's sight that was to follow it, was marked by two incidents which ought to be noticed in this place. The first incident was the arrival, early in the morning, of another letter addressed to me privately by Oscar Dubourg.
At last, however, after a protracted shake, he landed safely on the key-note, when Handel called out in a voice loud enough to be heard in the remotest parts of the theatre, "Welcome home, welcome home, Mr. Dubourg." Dubourg's name is the first on record in connection with the performance of a concerto in an English theatre.
Nugent Dubourg looked at me attentively; considered with himself for the second time; and answered in these words: "He is the greatest living authority, and the greatest living operator, in diseases of the eye." The idea in his mind burst its way into my mind in a moment. "Gracious God!"
Before the coming overflow of language could reach me, I was out of the room, on my way to Browndown. Is there no Excuse for Him? Although the hour was already a late one in primitive Dimchurch, the man showed no signs of surprise at seeing me. "Is Mr. Nugent Dubourg at home?" "Yes, ma'am." He lowered his voice, and added, "I think Mr. Nugent expected to see you to-night."
John Clegg, a pupil of Dubourg, was a violinist of great ability, whom Handel placed at the head of the opera band, but his faculties became deranged by intense study and practice, and he died at a comparatively early age, in 1742, an inmate of Bedlam.
"And yet, sir, I find myself compelled to persist in declining to adopt a character which I am so ill qualified to support." "I will take care that you acquire the qualifications necessary. You are no longer the guest and pupil of Dubourg." "But, my dear sir, it is no defect of teaching which I plead, but my own inability to profit by instruction." "Nonsense.
But, I don't think I shall act wisely if I destroy this." He carefully locked up his manuscript, and turned to me again with a mysterious smile. "I venture to think," said Mr. Finch with mock humility, "My Letter will be wanted. Don't let me discourage you about Nugent Dubourg. Only let me say: Is he to be trusted?"
She felt for the table, with her ivory cane, and put the vase down on it very unwillingly. "Good morning, Mr. Dubourg," she said. He opened the door of the room for her in silence. Waiting close against the side of the house, I saw them appear under the porch, and cross the little walled enclosure in front. As she stepped out on the open turf beyond, she turned, and spoke to him again.
The first really important communication from Europe came to Congress through Dr. Dubourg, of Paris, who wrote a long letter to Franklin, addressing him as "My dear Master," and assuring him of the sympathies of France. Congress hereupon appointed Franklin, Silas Deane, and Arthur Lee commissioners to Paris, the two last being already in Europe.
The open eyes of the corpse were still fixed on the lock of hair. "The name of this man was found in his pocket-book. It was Nugent Dubourg. I publish the name in my report, in case it may meet the eyes of his friends. "Examination of the rest of the vessel, and comparison of dates with the date of the log-book, showed that the officers and crew had been dead for more than two years.
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