The Adventures of Sir Frizzle Pumpkin, Nights at Mess, and Other Tales

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William Blackwood and Sons, 1836 - 421 страница

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Страница 62 - ... and I have blushed over and over again to hear it compared in intricacy of plot, and brilliancy of execution, to the Duke of Marlborough's celebrated passage of the causeway of Arleux, in which he outwitted the great .Marshal Villars. The honours that were heaped upon me were quite overpowering. I received the thanks of both Houses of Parliament, and was presented with the freedom of the city of London in a gold box.
Страница 408 - ... had swallowed them. The horrid noise of their closing jaws, their plunging amidst the broken banks of fish, and rising with their prey some feet upright above the water, the floods of water and blood rushing out of their mouths, and the clouds of vapour issuing from their wide nostrils, were truly frightful. This scene continued at intervals during the night, as the fish came to the pass.
Страница 139 - I am yet free from crime." Mr. B. was struck with the manner and appearance of the man, and said, " I fear you are in distress — is there any thing in which a stranger can assist you ?" "Strangers may, perhaps," replied the man in a bitter tone, "for nothing is to be hoped from friends." " You speak, I hope, under some momentary feeling of disappointment.
Страница 139 - Mr B having at that time newly commenced business in Edinburgh, was returning on horseback from the city to a cottage he had near Cramond. It was a wild night in November, and though he usually took the seaside as the shortest way home, he resolved this evening, on account of the increasing darkness, to keep on the high-road. When he had proceeded about three miles from the town, and had come to the loneliest part of the way, he was suddenly arrested by a man, who sprang out of a small copse at the...
Страница 139 - ... the roadside, and seized the bridle of his horse. Mr. B. was a man of great calmness and resolution, and asked the man the reason of his behaviour, without betraying the smallest symptom of agitation. Not so the assailant. He held the bridle in his hand, but Mr. B. remarked that it trembled excessively. After remaining some time, as if irresolute what to do, and without uttering a word, he let go his hold of the rein, and said in a trembling voice, " Pass on, sir, pass on ;" and then he added,...
Страница 111 - My sister, too, is no where . to be found.' ' Ha, ha,' I cried, 'that's too much of a joke. Do you think any body has run off with her, too ?' " ' There's no saying.' " ' I'll warrant ye against that. Who the deuce would take the trouble to carry off such a silly chattering piece of rubbish ?' " ' She's certainly very silly,' replied my friend ; ' but then she is so confoundedly romantic; — and you yourself, Captain Withers, made proposals for her not many hours ago.
Страница 140 - ... expressions of gratitude for the service done to the writer long ago. It had no date, but informed him that he was happy, that he was respected, and that he was admitted partner of one of the first mercantile houses in the city where he lived. Every year the same present was continued, always accompanied with a letter. Mr B., strange to say, made no great effort to discover his -correspondent. The wine, as I have good reason to know, was the finest that could be had, for many a good magnum of...
Страница 97 - I went upon half-pay as a jolly lieutenant. I was very glad of the change, as everybody else was, at first. It was very pleasant to rise when one chose, to dine where he liked, and to run a comparatively trifling risk of having his brains knocked out before the evening. But rising at your own hour, dining at your own time, and even keeping your brains in safety, becomes very tiresome and fatiguing. In about a month I would have given the world to be back again to our hurried reveilles, uncertain...
Страница 108 - Ham, turkey, tongue disappeared in no time, and as for drinking, curse me if I thought old Jenkins and I should ever have done swigging vast tumblers to each other's health. In fact, the old gentleman got as drunk as a lord. I can't say I myself was particularly sober, and the young Oxonian, though I perceived he shyed the bottle every time it came round, sang, and laughed, and reeled about as if he had been mad. I could not help thinking there was some little sham in it, but I thought if he was...
Страница 347 - ... meantime, the wind blew fresher every minute, and the Tartar skimmed on the top of the waves one moment, and the other sunk so instantaneously into the hollow of the sea, that Sam laid himself down upon the deck, partly to repress his sickness, and partly, perhaps, to conceal his fears. Meanwhile, mirth and revelry were going on below, and even the sailors appeared to Sam to be much less attentive to the vessel than the exigency of affairs demanded. From time to time our friend lifted up his...

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