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Page 137 - John Ruskin, the Oxford graduate, is a very elegant and distinguished-looking young man, tall, fair, and slender — too slender, for there is a consumptive look, and I fear a consumptive tendency — the only cause of grief that he has ever given to his parents. He must be, I suppose, twenty-six or twenty-seven, but he looks much younger, and has a gentle playfulness — a sort of pretty waywardness, that is quite charming.
Page 249 - To-day came two more charming lyrics of Casimir Delavigne. Thank you again and again. March 20, 1853. I saw the other day a letter from a stiff English lady, who had been visiting one of the new Empress's ladies of honour, who told her that her Majesty shot thirteen brace of partridges one morning at St. Cloud, adding—" in spite of that, she is so sweet and charming a creature that any man might fall in love with her.
Page 110 - Talfourd's. I have not heard from her for a long time ; it being of course my sin, as you would well imagine. I need not tell you how glad I shall be to see you, but you will be sorry to find me exceedingly lame — lame ever since my rheumatism four months ago. I now take three hours for walking the...
Page 257 - A number of extracts from these poems were sent to me a year and a half ago, and this book is just like those extracts printed together without any sort of correction — a mass of powerful metaphor with scarce any lattice-work for the honeysuckles to climb upon — of the worst school too, the obscure and the unfinished, but he is young and may do better. I have at last procured the ballad of which the refrain is " Chez 1'ambassadeur de France.
Page 96 - I imagine that it was other than one of the passing embarrassments so unhappily frequent with him. Once before he had asked me to give shelter to things belonging to him, which, when the storm had blown over, he had taken back again. I did not suppose that in this storm he was to sink — poor noble soul ! " And be sure that the pecuniary embarrassment was not what sunk him.
Page 254 - Heaven's own ambrosial air. Breathe, bird of night, thy softest tone, By shadowy grove and rill ; Thy song will soothe us while we own That his was sweeter still. Stay, pitying Time, thy foot for him Who gave thee swifter wings, Nor let thine envious shadow dim The light his glory flings. If in his cheek unholy blood Burned for one youthful hour, 'Twas but the flushing of the bud That blooms a milk-white flower.
Page 114 - One of his correspondents (the Rev. Mr. Blackstone) is a friend and neighbour of mine, and you shall see him (DV) the first time I have the happiness of receiving you here. He has the living of Heckfield, succeeding immediately to Mrs. Trollope's father, and inhabiting the pretty grounds and vicaragehouse where the celebrated authoress was raised. He is also a clever man, but too bigoted a Churchman for my taste, and I always wondered how Dr. Arnold and he got on together : he is, besides, a grandson...
Page 166 - It is quite amusing to see how much a writer, wellnigh forgotten in England, is admired in France. I dare say, now, you never read a page of her novels, and yet such critics as Ste.-Beuve, such poets as Victor Hugo, such novelists as Balzac and George Sand, to say nothing of a thousand inferior writers, talk of her in raptures. I will venture to say that she is quoted fifty times where Scott is quoted once.
Page 180 - Tuesday, contradicting himself with as little scruple rs he contradicts other people. I am told by his admirers that the French Revolution is his great work. Perhaps it may be, only I am quite convinced that nobody who did not know the story previously would gain the slightest idea of it from Mr, Carlyle's three volumes, and that is not my theory of a history.
Page 105 - They went by railway to Southampton, crossed to Havre, up the Seine to Rouen, to Paris by railway. There they stayed a week. Happening to meet with Mrs. Jameson, she joined them in their journey to Pisa; and accordingly they travelled by diligence, by railway, by Rhone boat — anyhow — to Marseilles, thence took shipping to Leghorn, and then settled themselves at Pisa for six months.