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Over the grave in which the body was laid is still one of the rude slabs which the fathers provided, and on this is cut the name of "George Longley, 1809," he being the successor of the Cunninghams in the ownership of Tomb No. 40.
Weston is going to take Faith Longley to help the housemaid. 'You are travelling too fast, Lily, said Alethea, 'she is only going to think about it. 'I should be very glad, said Mr. Devereux, 'that Faith should have a good place; the Longleys are very respectable people, and they behaved particularly well in refusing to let this girl go and live with some dissenters at Stoney Bridge.
And during the long drive to Piccadilly, and as he eat his sole and drank his Pomard, he dreamed of the hands he should hold, and of the risks he should run when the cards were bad. His brain glowed with subtle combinations and surprises, and he longed to measure his strength against redoubtable antagonists. The two great whist players, Longley and Lovegrove, were there.
In a letter written by Johnson to a friend in 1742-43, he says: 'I never see Garrick. MALONE. See ante, ii. 227. The Wonder! A Woman keeps a Secret, by Mrs. Centlivre. Acted at Drury Lane in 1714. Revived by Garrick in 1757. Reed's Biog. Dram. iii. 420. In Macbeth. Mr. Longley was Recorder of Rochester, and father of Archbishop Longley. To the kindness of his grand-daughter, Mrs.
They were not as a rule quarrelsome, but . "Good morning, Phineas. I have brought your grub from Auburn, and here is the bill." It was a bright day in June and Phineas Longley, tollkeeper for the new suspension bridge on Whiskey Bar, had had a busy morning.
He always felt jealous of Lovegrove's play. Lovegrove played an admirable game, always making the most of his cards. His partner played wretchedly, and though he had Longley and Lovegrove against him, he could not refrain from betting ten pounds on every rubber. He played till the club closed, he played till he had reduced his balance at the bank to nineteen pounds.
Glad to see you," called Longley. "Glad to get here. Like to sleep in a house again. Tired of shaking the lizards out of my blankets every morning." "Ever shake out a rattler?" "Not yet, though they say it's been done more than once." "You're just in time. Turn the beasts into the corral. And then will you just ride back to Kitty Douglas' for me? By that time everything will be ready to eat."
Apropos of the begging for books as free gifts from authors, I had one or two amusing experiences. Among those whom I importuned in this impertinent way were Charles Kingsley, and the then Archbishop of Canterbury, Dr. Longley.
God bless her for all her love for me, though it may be some selfish. We are to have a pump in the well, after this mishap. "Washington Longley has been taking lessons of a drumming master. He was in the grist-mill to day, and practised with two sticks on the half-bushel.
Finally came a hale, old voyaguer whom Longley greeted heartily as he swung open the toll gate: "Greetings, Monsieur Francois Gendron, and from whence came you today?" The big Frenchman handed over the "six-bits" toll for himself and his horse. "From New Helvetia." "Ah Sacramento." "And I am bound for the North Fork Dry Diggings." "Auburn?" smiled Longley. "Bah! the new names!
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