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Whence it appears, that all languages consist only of nouns and verbs, with their abbreviations for the greater expedition of communicating our thoughts; as explained in the ingenious work of Mr. Horne Tooke, who has unfolded by a single flash of light the whole theory of language, which had so long lain buried beneath the learned lumber of the schools. Diversions of Purley. Johnson. London.
To-night we shall start by the night coach for Staunton, en route for Blackville," answered the elder officer, as with Sybil on his arm he led the way into the town. Mr. Berners walked on the other side of his wife, and the second officer followed close behind. "We thank you for your consideration, Mr. Mr. " began Lyon. "Purley," continued the elder officer. "My name is Purley."
Berners and Bob Munson were too much annoyed by his presence to feel like rewarding his attendance. Lyon Berners mounted to the seat beside his wife, and Bob Munson to that beside Purley, who held the reins. And in this manner they set out on their return journey. They crossed the ferry without attracting particular attention. I have set my life upon a cast. And I will stand the hazard of the die.
It is now above twenty years since the two quarto volumes of the Diversions of Purley were published, and fifty since the same theory was promulgated in the celebrated Letter to Dunning. Yet it is a curious example of the Spirit of the Age that Mr. C helps himself to English, and Mr. He defines a noun to be the name of a thing. Is quackery a thing, i.e. a substance?
"Give me your hand. God bless you, Bob! Help me all you can. I ought to be helped, for I am innocent," said Sybil, earnestly. "Don't I know it? Don't everybody with any sense know it? Don't even old Purley know it, ever since he first clapped eyes on your face?" "Heaven grant that all may soon!" prayed Sybil. "They will be sure to, Miss I mean Madam."
Whoever dips into the Novellæ of Leo, or the Extravagantes, as edited by Gothofridus, will not find either of them to contain matter of a light, airy, and amusing kind. Dire have been the disappointments incurred by The Diversions of Purley one of the toughest books in existence. It has even cast a shade over one of our best story-books, The Diversions of Hollycot, by the late Mrs Johnston.
And when the family and the house servants were assembled in the breakfast room, and Purley examined and cross-examined them as to whether they had seen or heard anything of the prisoner or her husband during the night, they could all answer with perfect truth, that they had not. So old Purley got no satisfaction from them.
They entered the black gap, and slowly and cautiously made their way through it. By the time they had emerged from the pass, the night was pitch dark. "How shall we ever find our way?" inquired Purley who, fatigued and half famished, was ready to sink with exhaustion. "Do you see that then gabble ind stickin' up through the trees?" inquired the boy. "Yes, I see it!"
And then Purley gave his arm to Sybil, and led her to the wagon, and placed her on the back seat, while Mr. Berners and Bob Munson lingered behind, the former to gather up Sybil's little personal effects, and the latter to settle the hotel bill. But there was no opportunity, among the crowd of guests and servants, for Munson to make his friendly intentions known to Mr.
On these and card-playing he spent more money than he could afford, but in 1793, at his father's death, he received an ample fortune. He then occupied himself building and adorning a property, Purley, near Reading. He left his library and prints to Eton College, which also possesses his portrait. See note . 1774, July 23, Chesterfield Street.
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