Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, No. CCCXLII. Vol. LV. April, 1844

tlemen were gathered round a table in a room v

n he placed the pen he was using transversely in his mouth, and turned over the pages of various books on the table before him, it will be seen that he presided not at a feast of substantial meat a

nquired Bristles with a v

g-backed Ticket to whom we were introduced at the commencement of the story.

er praised any one half so highly before, not even Stickleback; and t

I am afraid I spoiled it in the reading. But Sop

e mentioned a few of the perfections of our friend Miss Hendy to h

Sidsby, "she says I'm far abo

u to say, wherever you go,

ot a poet; my uncle will soon take me into partnership, and when they find out th

ends. No: you must still go on. I shall have the second act ready for you next week, and you can make it six dozen of sherry instead of three. You m

tellectual than myself; but tha

skiver is our friend-a man of the profoundest judgment and most capacious unders

n various degrees of inte

on by shamming cleverness, I'll try what open h

is he?" asked Bri

Noddy you make such

oundest judgment and most capacious understanding. I doubt whether

ng his head, said no more, but looked as sulky as

I am happy to tell you your fortune is mad

ery flat nose, looked a little disdainful at this speech,

t I possessed, would force its way, in

ined Mr Bristles; "but by dint of throwing it on pr

the style you talk in to me. You always speak as if my reputa

o one who reads the Universal

"were sure to raise me to the highest honours; and it

t Bailey, and laughed at the ancient statues? Who wrote the epigram on Thorwaldsen-was it not our friend now present, Mr Banks? a gentleman

a sixpence since the fine arts were invented

, that you have some knowledge of sculpture; whereas every one who follows his own judgment, and is not led astray by our puffs, must see that you could not carve an ol

t?" cried the enraged sculptor, "I have

ave; but do you

when I praised some of your rid

u think my writings

ery ridicul

find fault with them shows you are unfit for our acquaintance; and with regard to Mr Pitskiver's recommendation to the city building co

hair rolling over the collar of his coat-"are you not a little premature in shivering the frie

was ever a foe to ingratitude, and grievou

this momintous occasion, that it is my impiritive duty to endeavour to reinimite the expiring imbers of amity, and re-knit the relaxed cords of unanimity. Mr Stickleback, you were wrong-decidedly, powerfully, undeniably wrong-in denominiting the splindid luc

bish," said the subdued sculptor. "I kn

other better-we shall both be ever indebted to the eloquent Mr Snooksby-(may he soon get on the vestry, the object of his inadequate ambition;) for a speech more refulgent in simple pathos, varied metaphor, and con

f the party soon retired; and Bristles and S