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Woolaston, the painter, relating to Dr. Pepusch of how he had that morning thrown up his window upon hearing Britton crying "Small coal!" near his house in Warwick Lane, and, having beckoned him in, had made a sketch for a painting of him; there, too, is Mr. John Hughes, author of the "Siege of Damascus." In the background also are Mr. Philip Hart, Mr. Henry Symonds, Mr. Obadiah Shuttleworth, Mr.
But if Mr. Rich has his way, it won't do. Maybe he'll cut out the songs. Mr. Rich knows nothing about music. He can't tell 'Lilibullero' from 'Lumps of pudding. Still, it's something to be taken notice of by Mr. Gay." Palmer was evidently impressed by Lavinia's talk, especially after she had mentioned that she had sung to Dr. Pepusch at Mr. Pope's Villa.
For myself I hold not with the Italian style and its eternal ornament and repetitions." "Aha ha Mistare Gay, I haf you now," chuckled Pepusch. "Your Purcell Engleesh is. He copy de Italian den." "Oh, may be may be in his own style," rejoined Gay hastily. "But here is my verse. Oblige me with the music." During the discussion Gay had been turning over a pile of manuscript on the table.
Pepusch, who retired with excellent grace before one manifestly his superior. On week-days the duke and duchess entertained all the wits and grandees in town, and on Sundays the Edgeware Road was thronged with the gay equipages of those who went to worship at the ducal chapel and hear Mr. Handel play on the organ.
My barometer and thermometer know more than all possible visitors; and in my studies in natural history," added he, "I have not found in the whole animal kingdom a species, or class, or family, who frighten me so much as the numerous family of idlers" Dr. Pepusch. "In one of my visits, very early in life, to that venerable master, Dr. Pepusch," says Dr.
Pepusch is an ugly man and you must do your best to lessen his ugliness. He's all in all to Mr. Rich when Rich condescends to let the fiddles and the flutes give the audience a little music. If you capture Pepusch you may help me." "Oh, I'd do that gladly Mr. Gay. Tell me how," cried Lavinia eagerly. "Softly softly, 'tis all in the clouds at present. Pepusch must hear you sing.
She never had had any difficulty with the trill, so flexible was her voice naturally, and the graces which Purcell had introduced after the fashion of the day were given with perfect ease. As the final cadence died away the little audience loudly applauded. Pepusch came out of the house and wagged his head as he crossed the lawn. His somewhat sour look had vanished.
My lad, she has the voice of a nightingale. Pepusch agrees with me. I'll swear there's no singing woman outside the King's Theatre or inside, for the matter of that who can hold a candle by the side of her. Have you forgotten the pretty baggage who so charmed us at the Maiden Head?" "Not I, faith. I was but jesting. And so you've fixed upon her. But I hear that Mr.
This old gentleman, who lived at Paper Buildings, was accustomed to take his morning walk in the garden of Somerset House, where he happened to meet with another old man, Colley Cibber, and proposed to him to go and hear a competition which was to take place at midday for the post of organist to the Temple, and he invited him to breakfast, telling him at the same time that Dr. Pepusch and Dr.
"That I know not, but I'll warrant she'll not be a dunce with Purcell. And you must admit, doctor, that your George Frederick Handel is much beholden to our Henry Purcell." "Vat?" cried Pepusch a little angrily. "Nein nein. Haendel the greatest composer of music in de vorld is." "I grant you his genius but he comes after Purcell.
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