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"Madame Beattie," Anne said, "isn't a fit companion for a young girl. She can't be." Alston remembered the expression of satiric good-humour on Madame Beattie's face, and was not prepared wholly to condemn her. He thought she could be a good fellow by habit without much trying, and he was very sure that, with a girl, she would play fair.
He went home then and put his case to Lydia, and asked her why, if Miss Amabel was so willing to teach the alien boy to read and teach the alien girl to sew, she should be so cold to his pedagogical ambitions. Lydia was curiously irresponsive, but at dusk she slipped away to Madame Beattie's. To Lydia, what used to be Esther's house had now become simply Madame Beattie's.
Doubtless, when at college you first studied metaphysical speculation you would have glanced over Beattie's 'Essay on Truth' as one of the works written in opposition to your favourite, David Hume." "Yes, I read the book, but I have long since forgotten its arguments."
"Step-sister to Esther's grandmother. She must be sixty-five where grandmother's a good ten years older." "She sang," said the colonel, forgetting, as he often did, they seemed so young, that everybody in America must at least have heard tradition of Madame Beattie's voice. "She lived abroad." "She had a ripping voice," said Jeff. "When she was young, of course. That wasn't all.
If the electric light had been turned on she might have told him more; but she surely would not have told him of the quiet indifference which manner and voice and even inexpressive attitude had seemed to be endeavoring to convey to him. For Beattie's only half-revealed face had looked eloquent in the firelight, eloquent of a sympathy and even of a sorrow she had said very little about.
Beattie and his book together will, in the space of ten years, not be known ever to have been in existence, but your allegorical picture and the fame of Voltaire will live for ever to your disgrace as a flatterer." Northcote's Reynolds, i. 300. Beattie's Essay is so much a thing of the past that Dr. J. H. Burton does not, I believe, take the trouble ever to mention it in his Life of Hume.
Thomas Warton published in 1753 his Observations on the Faerie Queene. Beattie's Minstrel, Thomson's Castle of Indolence, and William Shenstone's Schoolmistress were all written in the Spenserian stanza. Shenstone gave a partly humorous effect to his poem by imitating Spenser's archaisms, and Thomson reproduced in many passages the copious harmony and luxuriant imagery of the Faerie Queene.
James Thompson, who dared to attack a foraging party of four hundred British troops at McIntire's Branch, seven miles northwest of Charlotte, on the Beattie's Ford road, compelling them to retreat, with a considerable loss of men and a small amount of forage, fearing, as they said, an ambuscade was prepared for their capture.
Such was his sensibility, and so much was he affected by pathetick poetry, that, when he was reading Dr. Beattie's Hermit in my presence, it brought tears into his eyes . He disapproved much of mingling real facts with fiction. On this account he censured a book entitled Love and Madness . Mr. Hoole told him, he was born in Moorfields, and had received part of his early instruction in Grub-street.
"Did you meet Beattie, Dion?" asked Rosamund. "On the doorstep." He thought of Beattie's question. There was no question in Rosamund's face. But perhaps his own face had changed. A tap came to the door. "Master Robin?" said nurse, in a voice that held both inquiry and an admonishing sound.
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