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Such was the theory that gradually assumed shape in Sylvius Hogg's mind a theory that it would scarcely do to advance to Joel and Hulda, so painful would the disappointment prove if it should be without foundation. "And though the writing gives no clew to the scene of the catastrophe," he said to himself, "we at least know where the bottle was picked up.
Snooper had no sooner read the document than he uttered a piercing shriek and bit off a large chew of tobacco. "All is lost," he said. "What is that document?" asked Gladys. "Governor Hogg's message?" "It is not as bad as that," said Bertram, "but it deprives me of my entire fortune. But I care not for that, Gladys, since I have won you." "What is it? Speak, I implore you," said Gladys.
His true literary career began in 1821 with the publication in the London Magazine of The Confessions of an English Opium-Eater. Thereafter he produced a long series of articles, some of them almost on the scale of books, in Blackwood's and Tait's magazines, the Edinburgh Literary Gazette, and Hogg's Instructor.
Accordingly, having some business in Edinburgh in September last, and being obliged to wait a few days for the arrival of a friend from London, I took that opportunity to pay a visit to my townsman and fellow collegian, Mr. L t of C d, advocate. I mentioned to him Hogg's letter, asking him if the statement was founded at all on truth. His answer was: "I suppose so.
There are marvellous episodes in it, splendid extravaganzas like the story of Hogg's stay in Dublin, where he locked the door of his bedroom for security, and the boy Pat crept through the panel of the door to get his boots and keep them from him, and a man in the room below pushed up a plank in the floor that he might converse, not with Hogg, but with the man in the room above him; there is the anecdote of the little banker who was convinced that Wordsworth was a poet because he had trained himself to write in the dark if he woke up and had an inspiration.
Fortunately loving care and attention were not wanting. At Sylvius Hogg's request, the celebrated Dr. Bock, a personal friend, came to Dal to see the young invalid. He could only prescribe rest, and quiet of soul, if that were possible; but the only sure means of curing her was Ole's return, and this means God only could provide.
This urgent letter also explained Sylvius Hogg's interest in the mate of the "Viking," the invaluable service rendered him by the young man's betrothed, and the pleasure it would afford him to be able to give some encouragement to Dame Hansen's children. As soon as this letter was finished Joel took it to Moel so it would go on the following day.
S t, and old B e, we proceeded to the grave, which B e described as about a mile and a half distant from the market ground. We went into the shepherd's cot to get a drink of milk, when I read to our guide Mr. Hogg's description, asking him if he thought it correct.
'I wish I could be as exclusive as you are, said Shelley with a sigh, feeling, no doubt, a sense of real failure 'but I cannot! Shelley's weakness was a much finer thing than Hogg's strength.
Suddenly Ryle saw the Archdeacon stop in front of Hogg; himself started across the street, urged he knew not by what impulse, saw Hogg's ugly sneering face, saw the Archdeacon's arm shoot out, catch Hogg one, two terrific blows in the face, saw Hogg topple over like a heap of clothes falling from their peg, was in time to hear the Archdeacon crying out, "You dirty spy!
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