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HUMBOLDT, Aspects of Nature, vol. i. pp. 77, 78. HERODOTUS, ii. 5. LOFTUS'S Chaldæa and Susiana, p. 282. See STRABO, xvi. 1, § 6; PLINY, H.N. vi. 28; PTOLEMY, v. 20; BEROSUS, pp. 28, 29. For the point where the Euphrates enters on the alluvium, see Fraser's Assyria and Mesopotamia, p. 27. RAWLINSON. The Five Great Monarchies, &c., vol. i., pp. 1-4.
'Deuce take that old sneak, whispered Toole vehemently, 'he's always in the way; the last man in the town I'd have but no matter: and up went a pebble, better directed, for this time it went right through Loftus's window, and a pleasant little shower of broken glass jingled down into the street. 'Confound you, Toole, said Devereux, 'you'll rouse the town.
Lord Castlemallard, leaning upon his elbow, was staring with a grave and dreamy curiosity at the songster, and neither he nor his lordship heard the interruption, and on went the pleasant ditty; and as the musician regularly repeated the last two lines like a clerk in a piece of psalmody, the young wags, to save themselves from bursting outright, joined in the chorus, while verse after verse waxed more uproarious and hilarious, and gave a singular relief to Loftus's thin, high, quavering solo:
The idea of this plinth was suggested to M. Chipiez by a remark made on page 129 of LOFTUS's Travels: "Between the stories is a gradual stepped incline about seven feet in perpendicular height, which may however, be accidental, and arise from the destruction of the upper part of the lower story." See TAYLOR, Journal, &c., pp. 264-5. LOFTUS, Travels, p. 130.
You may be as greedy as you please. The knight of the raspberry plantation has departed. Read this; I found it on my plate." Catherine was about to toss the note to Mabel, when a hand was put quietly over her shoulder, and Mrs. Bertram took Loftus's letter to read. "Mother, I didn't know you were down." "I just came in, my dear, and heard you speaking to Mabel. What is this?"
Loftus was shy, simple, and grotesque, and looked like a man who could not sing a note. So when he opened his eyes, looked round, and blushed, there was a general knocking of glasses, and a very flattering clamour for Mr. Loftus's song. But when silence came, to the surprise of the company he submitted, though with manifest trepidation, and told them that he would sing as the company desired.
'What is it? remarked his reverence, shortly. 'A roast roach, answered Puddock, looking quite innocently in that theologian's fiery face. 'Thank you, said Father Roach, with an expression of countenance which polite little Puddock did not in the least understand. 'And how do you roast him we know Loftus's receipt, persisted Devereux, with remarkable cruelty.
Toole, in his great wig, and Gipsy Devereux, in quest of a squire for the good knight who stood panting for battle in the front parlour of the 'Phoenix, saw a red glimmer in Loftus's dormant window. 'He's alive and stirring still, said Devereux, approaching the hall door with a military nonchalance.
Loftus turned to resume his argument with Catherine, Mabel's gay voice echoed more faintly as she ran on. Suddenly it stopped. Patter, patter, came back the swift feet, and, trembling and shivering, she threw herself into Loftus's arms. "I heard something there's something in the avenue!" The moon was shining, and showed Mabel's face as white as a sheet.
Loftus's time, for whom she had entertained an enthusiastic reverence; at Westhope Abbey, where she had a firm ally in Lord Newhaven, and at several other Middleshire houses.
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