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Updated: June 1, 2025
I can't help thinking that if it had been a young girl you had brought me say, a sleeping nymph full of youth and beauty, 'twould have been a vast improvement on the scraggy jeanie contained in this box. But clear away, Bristles, we are all impatience." "My dear sir Mr Pitskiver unaccustomed as I am, his I can truly say is the most uncomfortable moment of my life."
A tune it certainly was, for immense outbreaks of sound came at regular intervals, and the performer kept thumping his foot on the floor as if he were keeping time; but as the intermediate notes were of such a very soft nature as to be altogether inaudible, the company were left to fill up the blanks at their own discretion; and Mr Pitskiver, who was somewhat warlike, perceived at once it was Rule Britannia, while Mr Whalley shook his head in a state of profound loyalty, and thought it was God save the Queen.
Our former acquaintance, Mr Bristles, whose name shone in white paint above the entrance door, was evidently strongly impressed with the dignity of his position; and as in the pauses of conversation he placed the pen he was using transversely in his mouth, and turned over the pages of various books on the table before him, it will be seen that he presided not at a feast of substantial meat and drink, but at one of those regular "feasts and flows" which the great Mr Pitskiver was in the habit of alluding to, in describing the intellectual treats of which he was so prodigious a glutton.
"I have devoted much time to the study of the fine arts I have seen many statues I have frequently been in sculptors' studios; I prefer Stickleback to Canova." "I honour his moral elevation," observed Miss Hendy, "in stamping on eternal marble the femininity of the subject of his chisel." "I must really have the first view," whispered Mr Pitskiver. "Can't you remind him, Bristles?
"Stop!" exclaimed Bristles in great agitation, "this is against all rule. Mr Pitskiver is our friend a man of the profoundest judgment and most capacious understanding. I doubt whether a greater judge of merit ever existed than Mr Pitskiver." "Hear, hear!" resounded in various degrees of intensity all round the table.
Miss Sophia Pitskiver, according to all ordinary ideas of romance and true love, had no right whatever to indulge in such luxuries, being more adapted to make pies than enter into the beauty of sonnets to the moon. She was short, stout shall we be pardoned for saying the hateful word? she was dumpy, but a perfect picture of rosy health and hilarious good-nature.
If he gives the first view to the Whalleys, I'll never speak to him again. Nothing else? Then have the phaeton at the door at half past five. I dine at Miss Hendy's, at Hammersmith." While Mr Pitskiver stepped up stairs, Snipe was going over in his own mind the different grammatical meanings of the words, "I'll give it you."
Mr Pitskiver was amazed at the expression of the look; for he little knew that his labours under the table, in attempting to check Mr Whalley's oratory by pressing his toes, had unfortunately been bestowed on the delicate foot of his hostess; and what less could she do than respond to the gentle courtesy by a glance of gratitude for what she considered a movement of sympathy and condolence under the atrocious reminiscences of the wood-merchant?
The other critic, in right of his account at the bank, was a tall silent gentleman, a wood-merchant from the Boro', who nodded his head in an oracular manner when any thing was said above his comprehension; and who was a patron of rising talent, on the same enlightened principles as his friend Mr Pitskiver.
"I don't believe so noble an intellect was ever enshrined in so beautiful a form before." "Do you think her pretty?" enquired Mr Pitskiver. "Pretty? no, sir beautiful! Here is the finest sort of loveliness the light blazing from within, that years cannot extinguish. I consider Miss Hendy the finest woman in England; and decidedly the most intellectual."
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