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I went with him, and gave him my opinion as I have given it to you. Of course, there may not be a jewel at the heart of every bit of rock; no doubt there are a great many quite useless bits in Hardiman's collection." "This is very interesting," said Quarles. "Would you look at the pieces in that bag and tell us if any of them are useless."
On its more general grounds his reading was at once largely literary and very historical; and it was in this direction that the paternal influence was most strongly revealed. 'Quarles' Emblemes' was only one of the large collection of old books which Mr.
Quarles got on a stool to examine the frame of this window, and then inspected the cloths for cleaning and the towels which were in the garage. "Come on. The interest of this place is soon exhausted," he said. In less than a quarter of an hour we were walking along Connaught Road again. "By the way, what is Dr. Coles's address?" asked Quarles. I gave it to him. It was a turning off Connaught Road.
I judged that he was down on his luck, but he fitted my requirements, and my wife was favorably impressed with him." "And you have no reason to regret taking him into your company?" "On the contrary, he proved a great acquisition, a far better man than the one whose place he took." "That is not quite what I meant," said Quarles.
"That was only recently, and I never understood it, sir. He put some in my trunk and some in his own, but what they were for I do not know. I don't suppose he did himself. He was always peculiar." "Always or recently, do you mean?" Quarles asked. "Always, but more so lately. Can you wonder after all we went through? You can't imagine the horrors that were done in that heathen temple."
For similar reasons it is seldom that we meet with a perfect edition of Quarles' "Emblems"; indeed, an "Emblems" of early publication that does not lack the title-page is a great rarity.
The place is the cozy house-keepers room at Hurstley: and the brace of thorough knaves, to enact then and there as dramatis personæ, includes Mistress Bridget Quarles, a fat, sturdy, bluffy, old woman, of a jolly laugh withal, and a noisy tongue and our esteemed acquaintance Mister Simon Jennings.
Walton's "Piscator" indulges in a pipe at breakfast, and "Venator" has his tobacco brought from London to insure its purity. Sweet Izaak could have selected no more soothing minister than the pipe to the "contemplative man's recreation." As the new sedative gains in esteem, we find Francis Quarles, in his "Emblems," treating it in this serio-comic vein:
"They probably hardly saw him in the daytime, and at night he would have a painted face, and the fact that he was wearing the dress would go a long way to convince any one who chanced to see him in the dim light at the back of the stage that night." "And who do you suppose he was?" I asked. "We will go back to Watson and Miss Day," said Quarles.
It was a delicate move to get the right wing of the Army of the Potomac from its position south of the North Anna in the presence of the enemy. To accomplish it, I issued the following order: QUARLES' MILLS, VA., May 25, 1864. MAJOR GENERAL MEADE, Commanding A. P.
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