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Henry VI. Act I. Sc. 4. John Gilpin. The Picture of Scotland by Robert Chambers, author of Traditions of Edinburgh, etc., 8vo, 1829. Mr.
In truth, I very much doubt whether John Gilpin ever frightened so many people, or caused so many to look with astonishment. Scarce had the general's horse taken this strange freak into his head, when old Battle stumbled, fell full length upon the pavement, and launched the major head foremost to the ground some yards in advance.
He had already begun to translate Homer, which occupied him for the greater part of seven years. Nothing perhaps settled him more in the public affections than "John Gilpin," the subject of which he also owed to Lady Austen; and he continued to write occasional pieces of exquisite accomplishment.
"I saw her once," she remarked gravely. "I forgot the Fairs and the Whittredges don't speak. Perhaps you know about it," said Belle. Rosalind shook her head. "I think it was about the will; wasn't it, Katherine? Mrs. Whittredge wanted to break it because she thought Mr. Gilpin was crazy, but Dr. Fair said he wasn't, and testified in court." Rosalind listened with interest. "Isn't Dr.
A great pattering on the window-pane emphasized Rosalind's remark. Maurice wrote busily for a minute, looking up to ask, "What day shall we meet?" "Let's not say any day, and then we can do as we choose," Rosalind suggested, feeling that the restrictions of a constitution might be burdensome. Article III then read: "This Society shall hold its meetings at the Gilpin place."
I do not know whether the accident to Jeremy Taylor had made Godfather Gilpin too anxious about his books to sleep, but I found that he was keeping awake, and after a bit he said to me, "What are you staring so hard and so quietly at, little Mouse?"
"Oh, either," returned Rosamund airily; "a girl should have something masculine to talk to on a morning like this. Failing that she should have some pleasant memories of indiscretions past and others to come, D.V.; at least one little souvenir to repent smilingly. Oh, la! Oh, me! All these wretched birds a-courting and I bumping along on Dobbin, lacking even my own Gilpin! Shall we gallop?"
The Gilpin house stood on an elevation of its own, from which the ground sloped gently in all directions. Its late owner had cared little for flowers and shrubs, but had taken pride in his trees, which still preserved the dignity of their forest days.
My next horse was a black one from Sale, and he also was possessed of a devil, but one of a different species. He was named Gilpin, and the very name ought to have been a warning to me if I had had sense enough to profit by it. Just as I sat down, and took the reins, and was going to observe what he would do, he suddenly went away at full gallop.
"My grandmother and Cousin Thomas's mother were sisters," Miss Betty explained, "and when their father and mother died the family silver was divided between them. In this way the teapot came down to me, and some of the other pieces to Cousin Anne, who was, you know, Cousin Thomas's sister." "Was old Mr. Gilpin related to me, Cousin Betty?" asked Rosalind.
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