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Held his head high, and cared for no man, he."
sure he was a foot
Woman, disturb me not now at the last,
Blessing her, praying for her, loving her;
He ceased; and Miriam Lane Made such a voluble answer promising all, That once again he rolled his eyes upon her Repeating all he wished, and once again She promised
Then the third night after this, While Enoch slumbered motionless and pale,
And Miriam watched and dozed at intervals,
So passed the strong heroic soul away. And when they buried him the little port Had seldom seen a costlier funeral.
WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY.
COL. NEWCOME IN THE CAVE OF HARMONY.'
im-prov-vi-sa-to're, one who com- | naïve-te (nälēv-tā), ingenuousness.
poses and sings extempore. re-per-toire' (re-per-twär'), reperlong-bow, fib, invention.
tory or collection.
THERE came into the “Cave” a gentleman with a lean brown face and long black mustachios, dressed in very loose clothes, and evidently a stranger to the place. At least, he had not visited it for a long time. pointing out changes to a lad who was in his company; and, calling for sherry-and-water, he listened to the music, and twirled his mustachios with great enthusiasm.
At the very first glimpse of me, the boy jumped up from the table, bounded across the room, ran to me with his hands out, and, blushing, said, “Don't you know me?
It was little Newcome, my schoolfellow, whom I had not seen for six years, grown a fine tall young stripling now, with the same bright blue eyes which I remembered when he was quite a little boy.
“What the deuce brings you here?” said I. He laughed and looked roguish. “My father — that's
would come. He's just come back from India. He says all the wits used to come here, - Mr.
From The Newcomes.
Sheridan, Captain Morris, Colonel Hanger, Professor Porson. I told him your name, and that you used to be very
kind to me when I first went to Smithfield. I've left now : I'm to have a private tutor. I say, I've got such a jolly pony.
t's better fun than old Smiffle." Here the whiskered gentleman, Newcome's father, pointing to a waiter to follow him with his glass of sherry-and-water, strode across the room twirling his mustachios, and came up to the table where we sat, making a salutation with his hat in a very stately and polite manner, so that Hoskins himself was, as it were, obliged to bow; the glee-singers murmured among themselves (their eyes rolling over their glasses towards one another as they sucked brandy-and-water), and that mischievous little wag, little Nadab the improvvisatore (who had just come in), began to mimic him, feeling his imaginary whiskers, after the manner of the stranger, and flapping about his pocket-handkerchief in the most ludicrous manner. Hoskins checked this ribaldry by sternly looking towards Nadab, and at the same time calling upon the gents to give their orders, the waiter being in the room, and Mr. Bellew about to sing a song. Newcome's father came up, and held out his hand to
I dare say I blushed, for I had been comparing him to the admirable Harley in the “Critic,” and had christened him Don Ferolo Whiskerandos.
He spoke in a voice exceedingly soft and pleasant, and with a cordiality so simple and sincere that my laughter shrank away ashamed, and gave place to a feeling much more respectful and friendly. In youth, you see, one is touched by kindness. A man of the world may, of course, be grateful or not as he chooses.