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Chapter 2 No.2

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. He stood long and silently by the grassy margin, his dark shadow falling over the stream, broken into fragments by the eddy and strife of waves, fresh from their leap d

ng-pot, and then moving slowly through the little shrubbery, no doubt to his own cottage.

aid a voice. "A capita

respectable elderly man, apparently of the class of a small retail tr

m; "I dare say. A strangel

s to the rank of the stranger; noticing, on the one hand, his dress and his mien, on the other, slung to h

am an a

looking house. Well, that is my house, sir, and I have an apartment which I let to gentleman anglers. It is generally occupied throughout the

, et dic age tib

id the el

es comes back very inopportunely. But, speaking in plain English, what I meant to say is this: I invoked the Muse to descend from heaven and

we have all sorts of tackle at your service, and a boat too, if you care for that. The strea

nt to get to the opposite bank, without wading acr

passengers, just opposite my house; and between this and Moleswich, where the stream wi

go at once t

men wa

w much of the family that inhabit the pretty cottage

d with me when he came to visit Mrs. Cameron. He recommends my apartment to his friends, and they are my best lodgers. I like paint

are, as a general rule, not only pleasant but noble gentlemen. They form within themselves desires to beautify or exalt commonplace things, and they can only accomplish their desires by a constant study of what is beautiful and what is exalted. A man co

w, though you put it in a way

cular, especially when you have lodgings to let. Do not be offended. That sort of man is not perhaps born to be a painter, but I respect him highly. The world, sir, requires the vast majority o

occasionally surprised) the elderly man here made a dead halt, stretched out his hand

t would be a liberty, and democrats resent any liber

timent surely! Besides, did not you say, sir, that painters,-painters, sir, painters,

disparagement of other gentlemen a

Shakspeare. Wonderful man, Shakspeare. A tradesman's son,-butcher, I believe. Eh! My uncle was a butcher, and might have been an alderman. I go along wit

e law, except the rich man, who has little chance of justice as against a poor man when submitted to an English jury, yet I utterly deny that any

see that. What do yo

er standard of honour; the better man in wealth, because of the immense uses to enterprise, energy, and the fine arts, which rich men must be if they follow their natural inclinations; the better man in character, the better man in ability, for reasons too obvious to define; and these two last will beat the others in the government of the Stat

oneysuckle and ivy intertwined, and ushered Kenelm into a pleasant p

it do,

all I shall need for the night. There is a portmanteau of min

er he ought thus to have installed in his home a stalwart pedestrian of whom he knew nothing, and who, t

true, na

ding b

emocrats on wind bags. I have a more

afraid, for board and lodging I cannot charge you less than L3

. "I have dined already: I want nothing more this evening; let me

se through the interstices of trees and shrubs, but the gentle lawn sloping to the brook, with the great willow at the end dipping its boughs into the water, and shutting out all view beyond itself by its bower of tender leaves. The

or candles?" asked a voice behind,-the voice of the

d mockings on the romance of love. Lamp or candles, practical lig

ugh the open casement, and passed slowly along the margin of the rivulet, by a path checkered alternately with sha

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