Terisina. The lovers' quarrel. Faithful and forsaken. Wild water pond. The pic-nic. Chatelar. Lady Betty's pocketbook. Insurance and assurance. The album. Benedetti's adieu. Authors and editors. The Moorish barque

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Side 50 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Side 256 - The widow looked comically at the recollections which I brought to her mind; her rosy lips began to disclose their treasures in a half smile ; and this, in turn, expanded into a laugh like the laugh of Euphrosyne. This was the very thing for me. I...
Side 249 - The directors turned their eyes towards me with evident satisfaction, and I had the vanity to believe that the widow did so too. " You have a good broad chest," said one. " I dare say your lungs are never affected." " Good shoulders too," said another. "Not likely to he knocked down in a row." " Strong in the legs, and not debilitated by dissipation," cried a third. "I think this gentleman will suit us.
Side 246 - I am the strongest man in Ireland." " But subject to the gout?" "No. — The rheumatism. — Nothing else, upon my soul." "What age was your father when he died?" "Oh, he died young; but then he was killed in a row." "Have you any uncles alive?" "No: they were all killed in rows too.
Side 244 - ... undisturbed when surrounded by a pack of terriers which seemed hungry enough to devour one another? Whenever the door slammed, and they looked for an addition to their cry, they seemed for all the world as though they were going to bark ; and if a straggler really...
Side 54 - Sweet arrogance ! is it not the day three thousand years on which we parted ; and did I not promise to be here at sunset?
Side 231 - ... every thought was poetry. A scrap of paper lay upon the table, and was presently enriched with a sonnet on each side, which I had the vanity to think were quite good enough to be transferred to Lady Betty's most beloved and lilac pocket-book. I raised my eyes, and, lo! in the bustle of parting with Lord S , she had forgotten to deposit it in her desk. What an agreeable surprise it would be for her to find how I had been employed! How fondly would she thank me for such a delicate mode of showing...
Side 251 - I will take you that she makes me a sedate married man in less than two months." "Done!" said cormorant, his features again straining their buckskins at the idea of having made a double profit of me. " Let us go to my house, and I will draw a deed to that cfiect, gratis.
Side 224 - ... cruel to postpone my declaration, but though I have no Scotch blood in my veins, I was always a little given to caution. Lady Betty had been a sad madcap, and might not this be a mere freak of the moment? Besides there was a charm about the very uncertainty Which a declared lover has no idea of, so I determined to observe, and act with deliberation. Our pastimes continued the same as before, and our interchanges of kindness increased. Amongst other things, Lady Betty signalized me by a purse...
Side 221 - Now Barbara was a good horsewoman, and Betty was a bad one ; consequently, Barbara rode a pony, and Betty rode a donkey; consequently, Barbara rode a mile before, and Betty rode a mile behind ; and consequently, it was absolutely necessary for me to keep fast hold of Betty's hand, for fear she should tumble off. Thus did we journey through wood and through valley, by flood and by field, through the loveliest and most love-making scenes that ever figured in rhyme or on canvas.

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