Headlong Hall

the lovely Caprioletta Headlong, the Squire’s sister (whom he had sent for, from the residence of her maiden aunt at

d Cot, and St Tafit, and the peautiful tamsel,” for being permitted to move about the house in his natural pace. In less than twenty-four hours af

esque landscape gardener of the first celebrity, who was not without hopes of persuading Squire Headlong to put his romantic pleasure-grounds under a process of improvem

n first seated himself in the chaise, the windows were down all round; but he allowed it to drive off under the idea that he could easily pull them up. This task, however, he had considerable difficulty in accomplishing, and when he had succeeded, it availed him little; for the frames and glasses had long since discontinued their ancient familiarity. He had, however, no alternative but to proceed, and to comfort himself, as he w

ted with their walk, and full of rapturous excl

of Putney and Kew, where a man could go comfortably to sleep in his chaise,

t it wanted shaving and polishing. If he could but have it under his care fo

ry was just what it ought to

, but doubted if that effect would be

ery considerably for the worse, since the days when the now barren rocks were covered with the immense

who flew to the arms of her dear friend Caprioletta, with all that warmth of friendship

y at the sight of Miss Cephalis. It was at least obvious to all observers, that he could imagine the

to Mr Escot; and his complexion, in the course of the scrutiny, underwent severa

nation of her father by laughing at a very profound craniological dissertation which the o

but himself; and earnestly entreated to be shown to the chamber appropriated for his reception, that he migh

e, who followed the trade of reviewers, but occasionally indulged themselves in the composition of bad poetry; and two very multitudinous versifiers, Mr Nightshade and Mr Mac Laurel, who followed the trade of poetry, but occasionally indulge

his maiden aunt, Miss Philomela Poppyseed, an indefatigable compounder of novels, written for the express purpose of supporting every species of superstition and prejudice; and Mr Panscope, the chemical, botanical, geological, astronomic

the Reverend Doctor Gaster sat by the library fire, in profound meditation over a volume of the “Almanach des Gourmands:” Mr Panscope sat in the opposite corner with a volume of Rees’ Cyclop?dia: Mr Cranium was busy upstairs: Mr Chromatic retreated to the music