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Updated: July 11, 2025
The name of Joseph Hazlewood sounds well; it is gentleman-like, and its owner might have passed it into such friendly commemoration as that of Bliss, Cracherode, Heber, Sykes, Utterson, Townley, Markland, Hawtrey, and others generally understood to be gentlemen, and, in virtue of their bookish propensities, scholars.
'Yes, it has been for some time settled that Agnes shall on that day be united in holy wedlock to Mr Arbuthnot. 'Mr Arbuthnot of Elm Park? 'A great match, is it not, in a worldly point of view? replied Mr Townley, with a pleasant smile at the tone of my exclamation. 'And much better than that: Robert Arbuthnot is a young man of a high and noble nature, as well as devotedly attached to Agnes.
But it was a bitter pill to swallow. "Graves," said Dr. Townley, as he left the house, "that woman destroyed the other will." "Do you think so?" asked Mr. Graves, startled. "I feel sure of it. Let me predict also that she will not contest this will. She is afraid to." And the doctor was right. Andy was quite unconscious of the good fortune which had come to him.
Townley was anxious that the girl should be dressed in European costume, and offered to lend and rearrange dresses of her own, but she came in collision with Mr. Armour's instructions. So she had to assume a merely kind and comforting attitude. The wife had not the slightest idea where she was going, and even when Mackenzie, at Mrs.
I go over to see Aunt Sally as often as I can and take her some little thing, but I dunno's she wouldn't rather not see anybody than see them in the poorhouse." Lovell weighed his hat in his hands and frowned over it reflectively. "Who owns the house now?" "Peter Townley. He held the mortgage. And all the old furniture was sold too, and that most killed Aunt Sally.
Townley at home?" he asked. "Yes, Andy," said the doctor, who overheard the inquiry. "Come right in. You're just the boy I want to see." Andy entered, twirling his hat awkwardly in his hand. "Good-morning, Andy," said the doctor, cordially. "Take a seat." "Thank you, sir," said Andy, but did not sit down. "What is the matter? You are looking rather blue this morning."
Townley, who quite simply and conventionally bade good-bye to them and their Indian daughter-in-law. Lali had grown to like Mrs. Townley, and when they parted she spoke a few words quickly in her own tongue, and then immediately was confused, because she remembered that she could not be understood.
Townley smiled her best and there were many who knew how attractive she could be at such a moment. There was a slight pause, in which Lali looked at her meditatively, earnestly, and then those beautiful wild fingers glided out, and caught her hand, and held it; but she spoke no word.
I bade Covent Garden and my dear London audience farewell on Friday last, when I acted Lady Townley for the first time. The house was crammed, and as the proprietors had fixed that night for a second benefit which they gave me, I was very glad that it was so. I was very nicely dressed, and to my own fancy acted well, though I dare say my performance was a little flat occasionally.
I went first to-day into the Townley Gallery, and so along through all the ancient sculpture, and was glad to find myself able to sympathize more than heretofore with the forms of grace and beauty which are preserved there, poor, maimed immortalities as they are, headless and legless trunks, godlike cripples, faces beautiful and broken-nosed, heroic shapes which have stood so long, or lain prostrate so long, in the open air, that even the atmosphere of Greece has almost dissolved the external layer of the marble; and yet, however much they may be worn away, or battered and shattered, the grace and nobility seem as deep in them as the very heart of the stone.
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