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My mother having just adorned a very small frock with a very smart braid, is holding it out at arm's length, the more to admire the effect. Blanche, though leaning both hands on my mother's shoulder, is not regarding the frock, but glances towards PISISTRATUS, who, seated near the fire, leaning back in the chair, and his head bent over his breast, seems in a very bad humour. Mr.
PISISTRATUS. "Perfectly clear, sir; but I don't see what it has to do with 'My Novel." MR. CAXTON. "Everything. You have shown us the former in Leonard, when he is sitting in his mother's cottage, or resting from his work by the little fount in Riccabocca's garden.
III. The ancients unanimously believed the Iliad the production of a single poet; in recent times a contrary opinion has been started; and in Germany, at this moment, the most fashionable belief is, that that wonderful poem was but a collection of rhapsodies by various poets, arranged and organized by Pisistratus and the poets of his day; a theory a scholar may support, but which no poet could ever have invented!
My dear father, you must see him." Mr. Caxton. "I? Yes, assuredly, if I can be of any service. But will he listen to me?" Pisistratus. "I think so. A young man will often respect in his elder what he will resent as a presumption in his contemporary." Mr. Caxton. In what part of the mouldering timbers can I fix the grappling-hook?
"A bumper-toast to the health of the future millionnaire whom I present to you in my nephew and sole heir, Pisistratus Caxton, Esq. Mr. "'Let the bumper-toast go round." Guy Bolding. "Hip, hip, hurrah! three times three! What fun!" Order is restored; dinner-things are cleared; each gentleman lights his pipe. Vivian. "What news from England?" Mr. Bullion. "As to the Funds, sir?" Mr. Speck.
He wrote as a partisan in a historical dispute. The story about Pisistratus and his editor, the practical maker of the Iliad, is interwoven with a legend about an early appeal, in the beginning of the sixth century B.C., to Homer as an historical authority. Each party quoted Homer as evidence.
I was, in truth, nearly seventeen, and I gave myself the airs of a man. Now, be it observed that that crisis in adolescent existence wherein we first pass from Master Sisty into Mr. Pisistratus, or Pisistratus Caxton, Esq.; wherein we arrogate, and with tacit concession from our elders, the long-envied title of young man, always seems a sudden and imprompt upshooting and elevation.
"Pisistratus," said he gravely, and looking round him, "your mother! suppose the worst your first care, then, must be to try and secure something for her. You and I are men, we can never want, while we have health of mind and body; but a woman and if anything happens to me " My father's lip writhed as it uttered these brief sentences.
Pisistratus, the tyrant of Athens, made, they say, this answer to his sons, when they were grown men, when he married his second wife, Timonassa of Argos, by whom he had, it is said, Iophon and Thessalus. Cato had a son by this second wife, to whom from his mother, he gave the surname of Salonius.
He waved it triumphantly before my father's eyes. "Pisistratus," said my father, "look here. This is the way your Uncle Jack now prints his pats of butter, a cap of liberty growing out of an open book! Good, Jack! good! good!" "It is Jacobinical!" exclaimed the Captain.
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