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Page 313 - I being Sketches from Life. - ' Who is unfamiliar with those brilliant sketches of naval, particularly the pictures of Turkish life and manners, from the pen of the 'Roving Englishman,' and who does not hail their collection into a companionable-sized volume with delight?
Page 314 - Sir Walter Scott, in speaking of Miss Edgeworth, says, that the rich humour, pathetic tenderness, and admirable tact that she displayed in her sketches of character, led him first to think that something might be attempted for his own country of the same kind with that which Miss Edgeworth fortunately achieved for hers.
Page 192 - Cooper constructs enthralling stories, which hold us in breathless suspense, and make our brows alternately pallid with awe and terror, or flushed with powerful emotion : when once taken up, they are so fascinating, that we must perforce read on from beginning to end, panting to arrive at the thrilling denouement" — Dublin University Magazine.
Page 141 - I made up my mind to that. You get me in, indeed ! No, no; this is my passport;" (Here he shook his drawing above his head.) " This is what shall force open the doors of the Academy for a Daubson ; here are my credentials, Mister. Talk to me of the Royal Academy ! — a despicable set ! But when they get a Daubson amongst them ! Good night. You shall none of you see my work ; and this is the last time you will be honoured with the presence of a Daubson at any of your d 'd conver-shonies.
Page 93 - I'll allow no man to take profiles in Little Pedlington whilst / live : that's self-preservation. But they ! — they'd destroy me if they could. But, bad as some of them are, the worst are those envious fellows Turner and Stanfield. They have done their utmost to crush me, but they have not succeeded. Why, mister, last summer I began to do a little in the landscape way.
Page 89 - Resolved that the recollection of this anecdote should not be lost upon me on the present occasion. Ushered into the presence of the great artist. As it usually happens with one's preconceived notions of the personal appearance of eminent people, mine, with respect to Daubson, turned out to be all wrong.
Page 188 - Pray, sir," said a person who till that moment had been the backmost of a crowd, to another who had just joined it — " Pray, sir, have the kindness not to press upon me ; it is unnecessary, since there is no one behind to press upon you !" '• But there may be, presently," said the other ; " besides, sir, where's the good of being in a crowd if one mayn't shove?
Page 67 - ... to rest its weary wing, yet shall ours still soar upwards whilst, with the piercing eye of hope, we behold a ray of expectation that our advice will not, like the sands of the desert, be eventually lost upon him. He may continue to not notice us in any of his decrees or manifestoes, and thus affect to be indifferent concerning what we say to him ; but we have it on the best authority that he is frequently seen thoughtful and musing — not, indeed, in his moments of noisy revelry, when immersed...