Headlong Hall

gonist for the beautiful Cephalis, for whom he had himself a species of predilection; and it was also obvious to him, that there was some lurking anger in the mind of her father, unfavourabl

e with tolerable dexterity, though by no means so quick as Mr Chromatic (for our readers are of course aware that rapidity of execution, not delicacy of expression, constitutes the scientific perfection of modern music), and could warble a fashionable love-ditty with considerable affectation of feeling: besides this, he was always extremely well dressed, and was heir-apparent to an estate of ten thousand a-year. The influence which the

t sobriety. Mr Escot had placed himself next to the beautiful Cephalis: Mr Cranium had laid aside much of the terror of his frown; the short craniological conversation, which had

ta, whose artless and innocent conversation had al

ring for the press, and continued holding forth, with her eyes half shut, till a long-drawn nasal tone from the reverend divine compelled her suddenly to open them in all the indignation of s

ss Philomela, bridling. “Will you have th

d a-year is an indispensable ingredient in the passion of love, and that no man, who is not so far gifted by nature

which I lay down in the first chapter, and which the whole four volumes, of which

e doctor, “what a n

der themselves as a sort of commodity, to be put up at public auction, and knocked down to the highest bidder. Mr Nightshade and Mr Mac Laurel joined the trio; and it was secretly resolved, that Miss Philomela should furnish them with a

f moonlight on the snow-clad mountains: Mr Foster and Mr Escot continued to make love, and Mr Panscope to digest his plan of attack on the heart of Miss Cephalis: Mr Jenkison sate by the fire, reading Much Ado about Nothing: the Reverend Doctor Gaster was still enjoying the benefit of Miss Philomela’s opiate, and serenadin

a wood, never yet touched by the finger of taste; thick, intricate, and gloomy. Here is a

spot! How beautifully the birds mu

ster! how can you endu

k: here are parts of the old wood, left in these majestic circular clumps, disposed at equal distances with wonderful symmetry: there are some single shrubs scattered in elegant profusion: here a Portugal laurel, there a juniper; here a laurustinus, the

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k, with the mountain-ash rooted in its fissures, overgrown, as you see, with ivy and moss;

l! How I should love the melo

sis. Here is the same rock, cut into the shape of a giant. In one hand he holds a horn, through which that little fountain is thrown to a prodigious elevation. In the other is

ng. Miraculou

red, as you perceive, with wood, and with those

a summer’s day! The air must be so pure, and the wind

cut down: the stones are cleared away: this is an octagonal pavilion, exactly on the centre of the summi

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oats characterise a wild uncultured scene. Here, as you perceive, it is totally changed into a beautiful g

ng. Egregious

oss-grown structure, half bosomed in trees. Near the

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of an undulating lawn: a white, polished, angular building, reflected to a nicety i

wise he looks too. You shall

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d not by Gall, whose sarcastic commendation he held in superlative horror. The remonstrances of Squire Headlong silenced the disputants, but did not mollify the inflexible Gall, nor appease the irritated Nightshad

a song. Miss Tenorina and Miss Graziosa now enchanted the company with some very scientific compositions, which, as usual, excited admiration and astonishment in every one, w

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