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Seite 157 - Duke of Tyrconnel. A female, suspected to have been his duchess, after his death, supported herself for a few days (till she was known and otherwise provided for) by the little trade of this place ; but had delicacy enough to wish not to be detected. She sat in a white mask, and a white dress, and was known by the name of the White Widow.
Seite 120 - The house full of Parliament-men, it being holyday with them : and it was observable how a gentleman of good habit, sitting just before us, eating of some fruit in the midst of the play, did drop down as dead, being choked ; but with much ado Orange Moll did thrust her finger down his throat, and brought him to life again.
Seite 119 - Second, to that of her death, proved that error had been forced upon her by circumstances, rather than indulged from choice. It was under this impression that the present little Comedy was undertaken : under this conviction an attempt has been made to show some glimpses of the
Seite 120 - The orange-basket her fair arm did suit, Laden with pippins and Hesperian fruit ; This first step raised, to the wond'ring pit she sold The lovely fruit, smiling with streaks of gold. Fate now for her did its whole force engage, And from the pit she mounted to the stage ; There in full lustre did her glories shine, And, long eclipsed, spread forth their light divine ; There Hart and Rowley's soul she did ensnare, And made a king a rival to a player.
Seite 119 - Gwynne, we cannot refuse belief to the various proofs of kindheartedness, liberality) and — taking into consideration her subsequent power to do harm — absolute goodness of a woman mingling — (if we may believe a passage in Pepys,) — from her earliest years in the most depraved scenes of a most dissolute age. The life of Nell Gwynne, from the time of her connexion with Charles...
Seite 251 - Is your modesty really a confirmed habit, or could you prevail upon yourself, if you are moderately well, to let me call you up for a word or two at the Sanatorium dinner ? There are some men (excellent men) connected with that institution who would take the very strongest interest in your doing so ; and do advise me one of these days, that if I can do it well and unaffectedly, I may.
Seite 274 - After all, life has something serious in it. It cannot all be a comic history of humanity. Some men would, I believe, write the Comic Sermon on the Mount. Think of a Comic History of England ; the drollery of Alfred ; the fun of Sir Thomas More in the Tower ; the farce of his daughter begging the dead head, and clasping it in her coffin on her bosom. Surely the world will be sick of this blasphemy.
Seite 111 - Still he did whistle — not only pianissimo but fortissimo, with variations enough to satisfy the most ambitious of thrushes. Suddenly good little Mrs. Godwin gently opened the door, paused still — not seen by the performer — to catch the dying notes of the air, and then, coming up to her visitor, startled him with the request made in all seriousness, ' You couldn't whistle that again, could you ? '
Seite 335 - A dinner is discussed. Douglas Jerrold listens quietly, possibly tired of dinners, and declining pressing invitations to be present. In a few minutes he will chime in : 'If an earthquake were to engulf England to-morrow, the English would manage to meet and dine somewhere among the rubbish, just to celebrate the event.
Seite 160 - WITHOUT economy none can be rich, and with it few can be poor. There is no grief like the grief which does not speak. In this world, purses are the arteries of life ; as they are full or empty, we are men or carcases. Time, with all its celerity, moves slowly on to him whose whole employment is to watch its flight. It is a heaven upon earth to have a man's mind move in charity, rest in Providence, and turn upon the poles of truth. The long morning of life is spent in making the weapons and the armour...