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He made a last visit to London in November, where he became reconciled to his fellow-townsmen of Salem, in the person of Edward Silsbee, of whom he writes as "a man of great intelligence and true feeling, absolutely brimming over with ideas." Mr. Silsbee was an amateur art critic and connoisseur, who often made himself serviceable to American travellers in the way of a gentleman-cicerone.
Silsbee came to read some letters which he has written to his friends, chiefly giving his observations on Art, together with descriptions of Venice and other cities on the Continent. They were very good, and indicate much sensibility and talent. After the reading we had a little oyster-supper and wine.
One of these incidents, occurring on the ship Betsy, Captain Nathaniel Silsbee, while at Madras in 1795, will serve to show how this brutal business was done.
"And," continued Incarnacion, throwing down the match and putting his foot on it, "if this boaster, this turkey-cock, says she did, you could put him out like that?" "Certainly," said Clarence, with an easy confidence he was, however, far from feeling, "if he really SAID it which I doubt." "Ah, truly," said Incarnacion; "who knows? It may be another Senorita Silsbee."
Sidney, Sir Philip, Chevy Chace, 379. Silsbee, William, aid in publishing Carlyle, 81. Simonides, prudence, 410. Sisyphus, illustration, 334. Sleight-of-hand, illustration, 332. Smith, James and Horace, Rejected Addresses, 387, 397. Smith, Sydney, on bishops, 219. Socrates: allusion, 203; times mentioned, 382. Solitude, sought, 135. Solomon, epigrammatic, 405. Solon, 199. Sophron, 199.
And Silsbee, being dead, didn't come for the letter; and as you didn't ask for it when you came, and didn't even mention Silsbee's name, that same letter was sent back to your cousin through me, because the bank thought we knew his whereabouts. It came to the gulch by an express rider, whilst you were prospectin' on the hillside.
"Possibly," said Clarence, "but as far as this rancho is concerned, friend Nascio, thou wilt understand and I look to thee to make the others understand that there is no Senorita SILSBEE here, only the Senorita PEYTON, the respected daughter of the senora thy mistress!"
Silsbee again most kindly went in quest of the sables, but still without success. . . . . I have not much enjoyed the Crystal Palace, but think it a great and admirable achievement. November 19th. On Tuesday evening Mr.
But, after all, the present fashion may be the better and wholesomer. . . . November 16th. Mr. Silsbee called yesterday, and talked about matters of art, in which he is deeply interested, and which he has had good opportunities of becoming acquainted with, during three years' travel on the Continent.
Silsbee beneath a cairn of stones, with some ceremonies that, simple though they were, seemed to usurp the sacred rights of grief from him and Susy, and leave them cold and frightened; days of frequent and incoherent childish outbursts from Susy, growing fainter and rarer as time went on, until they ceased, he knew not when; the haunting by night of that morning vision of the three or four heaps of ragged clothes on the ground and a half regret that he had not examined them more closely; a recollection of the awful loneliness and desolation of the broken and abandoned wagon left behind on its knees as if praying mutely when the train went on and left it; the trundling behind of the fateful wagon in which Mrs.
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