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party was assembled, ranged solemnly on chairs and sofas all round the wall, every eye turned with intense interest to the upper end of the apartment, where stood a

nd the performer kept thumping his foot on the floor as if he were keeping time; but as the intermediate notes were of such a very soft nature as to be altogether inaudible, the company were left to fill up the blanks at their own discretion; and Mr Pitskiver, who was somewhat warlike, perceived at onc

ave studied music as a science-I have reviewed an opera-and once met Sir Henry Bishop at the Chinese exhibition; and I will make bold to say, that more ge

brated author, and the humility and gratitude of the musical phenomenon, who could not find words to express his gratification. Miss Hendy was also profuse in he

om the head o

slower passages, that it struck me at once could only proceed from the milder sex. We shall not have to wait long for the answer to a quest

look of the same extraordinary nature as had puzzled Mr Pitsk

ations of Mr Bristles recurred to his thoughts-"and has such a fund of eloquence. I wish t

-you might easily perceive that there was something very impressive in the manner of his address. He bowed at every word, while the gold chains across his waistcoat glistened and jingled at every motion. Miss Hendy's head also was bent till the white spangles on her turban seemed affect

his play. A tall young gentleman, very good-looking, and very shy, was with difficulty persuaded to seat himself in the middle of the room; and

ed Mr Bristles, apologetically to the expectant audience.

catch the faintest echo of their conversation; the others casting from time to time enquiring glances towar

to bear no small resemblance to Othello, with the distinction already stated of the colour of the Desdemona. But breathless attention rewarded the reader's toil; and though he occasionally missed a word, in which he was

st things in Otway, if not of Shakspeare himself-a power, a life,

don't touch butcher meat every day, and a good tuck-out of a Sunday won't do him no harm. But I say, Mr Brist

successful dramatist; and urged no less warmly his right to

ith Miss Hendy," he said, laying his hand co

chimed in Bristles, "the g

hose heart seemed more than ever set on cutting out Mr Whalley in priority of inspect

uch as yours needed only such

ride, the gratification-

hand of the overjoyed Pitskiver; "since your happiness

cause-you'll speak in

may consider i

done without noise. I would even keep it from my daughters' know

ce-a chef-d'oeuvre-beauty

d when I have had it in my possession for a

re now about

ey to one of the middle-aged spinsters who had been present at dinner;

d the spinster in bre

can't be no mystery no longer, and the

gracious! how

dant, say something about a chay and Dover.

n the chef-d'oeuvre of the great Stickleba