Nightmare Abbey

al fever. Sometimes she would meet him with the most unqualified affection; sometimes with the most chilling indifference; rousing him to anger by artificial coldness - softening him to love by eloqu

but, in the most impassioned part of his oratory, she would convert all his ideas into a chaos, by striking up

itti, pia

iamo con

le sex, for ever; and returning to her presence at the summons of the billet, which she never failed to send with many expressions of penitence and promise

brary, where the family and the visitors were assembled, vociferating, 'The devil is come among you, having great wrath!' He then drew Mr Glowry aside into another apartment

in his tower, in a fit of morbid sensibility. Marionetta was comforting herself at the piano, with singing the airs of Nina pazza per amore; and the Honourable Mr Listless was listenin

ed state, the exertion is too much for me. I do not know when I have been equal to such an effo

r de last year, Monsieur.

nerves are shattered. I have been advised to try Bath. Some of the faculty recommend Cheltenham. I think of trying bot

h is something. N'es

one of them will deny that a very good dinner is a very good thing: and what is a good dinner without a good appeti

hought very seriously of Cheltenham: very seriously and profoundly. I thought of it - let me see - when did I thi

-von, de last summer, Mo

as. An invaluable fellow that, Mr

rve you as a walking memory, and to be a living chro

ow, Miss O'Carroll - excellent, upon my honour. Ha! ha! he! He

ad long been anxiously expected by the whole host of fashionable readers; and the last number of a popular Review, of which the editor and his coadjutors were in high fav

it is. Paul Jones, an amiable enthusiast - disappointed in his affections - turns pirate from ennui and magnanimity - cuts various masculine throats, wins various feminine hearts - is hanged at the yard-arm!

the other articles of the review; Marionetta

of fashion and family, Mr Listless, y

ng studious. I have finished my education. But there are some fashionable books that one must read, because they are

to a circle of ladies over their work, is no very heterodox employment of the vocal energy. And I must say, for myself, that few men have a more Job-like endurance o

very often make the distress

rning, Mr Larynx; and Mr Listless shall recommend

the gloss of novelty; fresh as a ripe green-gage in all the downiness of i

f my particular friends, nothing is good that is not as old as Jeremy Taylor: and, ent

ings. There is, as it were, a delightful north-east wind, an intellectual blight breathing through them; a delicious misant

soul. I take credit to myself for having helped to make it so. The way to produce fine

could reach, with a ditch on each side, of which the water was rendered invisible by the aquatic vegetation that covered the surface. Into one of these ditches the sudden action of a shy horse, which took fright at a windmill, had precipitated the travelling chariot of Mr Toobad, who had been reduced to the necessity of scrambling in dismal plight thro