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"Where is it, Algy?" a friend of his and Suckling's asked, with a languid laugh. "Where's what?" "Your honour." "My honour? Do you doubt my honour?" Algernon stared defiantly at the inoffensive little fellow. "Not in the slightest. Very sorry to, seeing that I have you down in my book." "Latters?
Marvellous to say, his own words failed him, and he had recourse to the poets: "Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light; But, oh, she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight." The lines, he told me, were Sir John Suckling's; and he gave them standing, in excellent voice and elegant gesture.
The very first subject after being seated was Maple Grove, "My brother Mr. Suckling's seat;" a comparison of Hartfield to Maple Grove. The grounds of Hartfield were small, but neat and pretty; and the house was modern and well-built. Mrs. Elton seemed most favourably impressed by the size of the room, the entrance, and all that she could see or imagine. "Very like Maple Grove indeed!
Halls which is my little Roman-nose black girl, that is mighty pretty: she is usually called Betty. Knipp made us stay in a box and see the dancing preparatory to to-morrow for "The Goblins," a play of Suckling's, not acted these twenty-five years; which was pretty; and so away thence, pleased with this sight also, and specially kissing of Nell. We away, Mr.
One of Montagu's passports to fame is an allusion in Suckling's Session of the Poets, from which it is evident that the style of the play attracted notice of an uncomplimentary character even among the writer's contemporaries: The Shepherds' Paradise is, however, best remembered on account of circumstances attending its performance.
Why, the very children in the street have read these books. 'In truth, such works come little in our way in London, Sir Gervas answered. 'A play of George Etherege's, or a jingle of Sir John Suckling's is lighter, though mayhap less wholesome food for the mind.
Well, I have never set up for a man of the world, though sometimes when I have heard the Lovelaces of the day hinting mysteriously at their secret sins or boasting of their florid gallantries, I have remembered the last verse of Suckling's "Ballad of a Wedding," which, no doubt, the reader knows as well as I, and if not, it will increase his acquaintance with our brave old poetry to look it up.
Smallridge charming woman most superior to have the charge of her three little girls delightful children. Impossible that any situation could be more replete with comfort; if we except, perhaps, Mrs. Suckling's own family, and Mrs. Bragge's; but Mrs. Smallridge is intimate with both, and in the very same neighbourhood: lives only four miles from Maple Grove.
This, I trust, will never be your condition. Why so wan and pale, fond lover? Do you remember Sir John Suckling's Song? 'Why so wan and pale, fond lover; Pr'ythee why so pale? Will, if looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Pr'ythee why so pale? 'Why so dull and mute, young sinner; Pr'ythee why so mute? Will, if speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do 't? Pr'ythee why so mute?
When Charles I. was moving against the Scots S. fitted out a gorgeously appointed troop for his service which, however, were said to have fled at first sight of the Scots army at Duns, an exploit which is ridiculed in the ballad of Sir John Suckling's Campaign. He got into trouble in connection with a plot to rescue Strafford from the Tower, and fled to the Continent.
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