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

mes's Park. Under the trees sauntered four people-equally divided-a lady and a gentleman; the ladies brilliantly dressed, stout, and handsome-the gentlemen also in the m

ns bound to retain the same cautious reserve with regard to his sentiments while he gazed into the eyes of Emily Pitskiver. He thought them beautiful eyes; and if

rse," said Mr Sidsby, "now t

I suppose my passion for it was never real, and I only fancied I was enchanted with it from hearing pa

pagne at two shillings a bottle," was the somew

way of Miss Hendy-who knows b

said Mr Sidsby, without giving a local habi

th a toss of her head, that set all the flowers on the top o

he gentleman, who did not appear

a's fortune if he marries; and can't we-o

you how much I admired your spirit. I hope

d we will therefore only observe, that by the time Mr William Whalley and Emily had come to Marlborough House, their conversa

et home,"

o chance of your father being back

ch as "sheep's head," "calf's foot jelly," "rhubarb tart," and "toasted cheese," would have been at no loss to recognise the indignant Daggles, whose culinary vocabulary it seemed impossible to exhaust. He followed, watching every motion of the happy couples. "Well, if this ain't too bad!-I've a great mind to tell old Pits how them disgusting saussingers runs after his mince-pies-meets 'em in the Park; gallivants with them under the trees as if the