Kenelm Chillingly, Book 4.

retty often, and they were considered pleasant. He had handsome bachelor apartments in Grosvenor Street, daintily furnished, with a prevalent air of e

required. They lay concealed in a vast cylinder bureau, French made, and French polished. Within that bureau were numerous pigeon-holes and secret drawers, and a profound well with a separate patent lock. In the well were deposited the articles intended for publi

ustrious friends whose dinners he accepted, and whose failing pulses he instinctively felt in returning the pressure of their hands; so that he was often able to put the finishing-stroke to their obituary memorials days, weeks, even months, before their fate took the public by surpri

ed by Mr. Mivers in his existence as "We,"-not always in "The Londoner." His most pungent criticisms were often contributed to other intellectual journals conducted by members of the sa

able-covers, bits of Sevres or old Chelsea, elegant knick-knacks of all kinds. Fashionable authoresses paid great court

linder /secretaire/ with a mild-looking man, who was one of the most merciless contributors to "The Londoner

you like to name; 'but to the well educated and intelligent every line is pregnant with,' etc. By the way, when we come by and by to review the exhibition at Burlington House, there is one painter whom we must try our best to crush. I have not seen his pictures myself, but he is a new man; and our friend, who has seen him, is terribly jealous of him, and says that if the good judges do not put him down at once, the villanous taste of the public will set him up as a p

ly offering a lump of sugar to a canary-bird sent to him as a present the day before, and who, i

axims. Free from whiskers and safe in wig, there was no sign of gray, no suspicion of dye. Superiority to passion, abnegation of sorrow, indulgence of amusement, avoidance of excess, had kept away the crow's-feet, preserved th

ers: others, of course, observed it, and it added a step to your career. It does you great good to be s

enings at its disposal nowadays for any young man. The schoolmaster being abroad has swept away the school for statesmen as he has swept away the school fo

can't be helped. If I were you, I would postpone

e taken. I am resolved to find a seat in the H

so sure

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ontemporaries at the Un

g Society, you were not

tra-Radical who has

bor

d on all sides: /coeteris paribus/, I prefer the winn

ng side represents a minority, and a minority is sure to comprise more intellect than a majority: in the long ru

he rules them. Don't you see how in free countries political destinations resolve themselves into individual impersonations? At a general election it is one name around which electors rally. The candidate may enlarge as much as he pleases on political principles, but all his talk will not win him votes enough for success, unless he says, 'I go with Mr.

't set up for a man of genius. Genius is the worst quality a public m

t,-it is they who are jealous,-not the many. You have allowed your judgment, usually so clear, to be somewhat dimmed by your experience as a critic. The critics are the few. They have infinitely more culture than the many. But when a man of real genius appears and asserts himself, the critics are seldom such fair judges of him as the many are. If he be not one of their oligarchical clique, they either abuse,

punctual. Kenelm is in all ways your opposite. I don't know whether he is cleverer or less clever; there is no scale of measurement between you: but he is wholly void of ambition, and might possibly assist yours. He can do what he likes with Sir Peter; and considering how your poor father-a worthy ma

eak side?-the turf? the hunting-field? women? poetry? On

's weak side was, when I knew him some ye

I hear his ring a

ing to find ideal

n, "as I thought