Record of a Girlhood, Volume 3

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R. Bentley and son, 1878 - Actors
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Page 232 - The squire has fat beeves and brown ale, Gaffer Gray, And the season will welcome you there." " His fat beeves and his beer And his merry new year Are all for the flush and the fair, Well-a-day !" " My keg is but low, I confess, Gaffer Gray : What then ? While it lasts, man, we'll live." " The poor man alone, When he hears the poor moan, Of his morsel a morsel will give, Well-a-day...
Page 321 - Cemetery, where - and I used to go and sit together last spring, in the early time of our intimacy. I wished her to lie there, for life and love and youth and death have their trysting-place at the grave.
Page 256 - Pocohontas marrying anybody else. I suppose, however, the savage was not without excuse ; for Mary Stuart, who knew something of these matters, says, with a rather satirical glance at her cousin of England, " En ces sortes de choses, la plus sage de nous toutes n'est qu'un peu moins sotte que les autres.
Page 201 - The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places : how are the mighty fallen ! Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon ; lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph.
Page 205 - I am sorry for that ; it is hardly fair to Knowles, for no one else can do it. My poor father seemed too bewildered to give any answer, or even heed, to anything, and Mr. Bartley went away. My father continued to walk up and down the room for nearly half an hour, without uttering a syllable ; and at last flung himself into a chair, and leaned his head and arms on the table. I was horribly frightened, and turned as cold as stone, and for some minutes could not muster up courage enough to speak to...
Page 261 - I do not think that during my father's life I shall ever leave the stage ; it is very selfish to feel regret at this, I know, but it sometimes seems to me rather dreary to look along my future years, and think that they will be devoted to labor that I dislike and despise.
Page 12 - What a price she has paid for her great celebrity ! — weariness, vacuity, and utter deadness of spirit. The cup has been so highly flavored that life is absolutely without savor or sweetness to her now, nothing but tasteless insipidity. She has stood on a pinnacle till all things have come to look flat and dreary ; mere shapeless, colorless, level monotony to her.
Page 4 - Albans was, as far as worldly circumstances went, a curious one. As Miss Mellon she was one of my mother's stage contemporaries; a kind-hearted, goodhumored, buxom, rather coarse actress, with good looks, and good spirits of a somewhat unrefined sort, which were not without their admirers; among these the old banker, Mr. Coutts, married her, and dying left her the sole possessor and disposer of his enormous wealth. My mother, who had always remained on friendly though not intimate terms with her...
Page 83 - Our dinner-party this evening was like nothing but a chapter out of one of Miss Austen's novels. What wonderful books those are ! " She must have written down the very conversations she heard verbatim, to have made them so like, which is Irish.
Page 310 - Trelawney seized me by the arm, and all but carried me to the very brink; my feet were in the water and on the edge of the precipice, and then I looked down. I could not speak, and I could hardly breathe; I felt as if I had an iron band across my breast. I watched the green, glassy, swollen heaps go plunging down, down, down; each mountainous mass of water, as it reached the dreadful brink, recoiling, as in horror, from the abyss; and after rearing backwards in helpless terror, as it were, hurling...

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