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When he is not THUS singular, he is no better than Strauss or any other waltz compounder...such as admire Chopin, and they are legion, will admire these Mazurkas, which are supereminently Chopin-ical; that do NOT we. Wessel and Stapleton, the publishers, protested against this shameful criticism, defending Chopin and adducing the opinions of numerous musicians in support of their own.
There was hurricanes ashore as tore up forests and blowed down towns, and there was gales at sea in them latitudes, as not the stoutest wessel ever launched could live in.
The moment we struck I know'd it was all over wi' the old wessel, but I didn't see my way to go under without a struggle, so we made a desp'rit attemp' to git out the boats, but a sea saved us the trouble, for it swept 'em all away before we got at 'em, as if they'd bin on'y chips o' wood.
"And for why?" he demanded with a touch of arrogance, giving me a shrewd look. "What have I been doin' of, sir?" "That little cutting in the Flagship Bar." "The squarehead? Not me, sir. The bobbies got that chap right enough one of his mates out of this wessel right alongside what you're goin' aboard of. Just a peseta, sir, and I'll handle your luggage."
Well, seeing as we was in de hand o' de spoiler, we laid low and said nothin'. What would a been de use o' makin' a fuss dere? We couldn't get out'n de wessel if dey'd let us, 'less we had gone inter de water. So we 'signed ourselves to carcumstances and did de bes' we could till we arribed out here to dese Wes' Stingy Islands and was put up for sale.
You see, the last mazurkas brought me with ease 800 francs namely, Probst 300 francs, Schlesinger 400, and Wessel 100. I prefer giving my manuscripts as formerly at a very low price to stooping before these...I prefer being submissive to one Jew to being so to three. Therefore go to Schlesinger, but perhaps you settled with Pleyel. Oh, men, men! But this Mrs. Migneron, she too is a good one!
"That appeals to my most tragic humor," cried the man, "that no one oh, no one could get up there but a tumbler." The gallant with the wounded hand snapped his good fingers impatiently. "We must go next door and then on " Helplessly they went as two walking under a dark and storm-swept sky. Wessel closed and bolted the door and stood a moment by it, frowning in pity.
"You Josh!" called out Spike, in a voice of thunder, loud enough to startle even Mrs. Budd and Biddy in their berths. "Lor' help us all!" answered the negro, "what will come next t'ing aboard dis wessel! Here I be, sir." "Pass the fowling-piece out of my state-room. Both barrels are loaded with ball; I'll try him, though the bullets are only lead."
"He read at wine, he read in bed, He read aloud, had he the breath, His every thought was with the dead, And so he read himself to death." Any visitor to the old James the First graveyard near Peat's Hill may spell out this bit of doggerel, undoubtedly one of the worst recorded of an Elizabethan, on the tomb of Wessel Caster.
"Well, I spoze the opium eater and cocaine fiend hanker after the fool paradise these drugs take 'em into, but that's no sign that they ort to destroy themselves with 'em." "Coffee, too, is deleterious," sez Elder Wessel. "Some say that it is worse than whiskey."
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