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Old W - was a little , busy , cringing tradesman , who , with his son upon his arm ,
would stand bowing and scraping , cap in hand , to any thing that wore the
semblance of a gown - insensible to the winks and opener remonstrances of the
And how dare you , ” said her Manager - assuming a censorial severity which
would have crushed the confidence of a Vestris , and disarmed that beautiful
Rebel herself of her professional caprices - I verily believe , he thought her
He did not stand shivering upon the brink , but was a hearty thorough - paced liar
, and plunged at once into the depths of your credulity . I partly believe , he made
pretty sure of his company . Not many rich , not many wise , or learned ...
I cannot stand all day on the naked beach , watching the capricious hues of the
sea , shifting like the colours of a dying mullet . I am tired of looking out at the
windows of this island - prison . I would fain retire into the interior of my cage .
While I ...
A thousand years have passed , and we are at leisure to contemplate the weaver
fixed standing at his shuttle , the baker at his oven , and to turn over with ... 66
Sun , stand thou still upon Gibeah , and thou , Moon , in the valley of Ajalon .
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Oh, my, these are hilarious! A collection of essays by Lamb's imaginary friend, an eclectic, off-beat and highly opinionated persona. The preface, bemoaning the death of the imaginary friend while ... Read full review