This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1844 Excerpt: ...only increases their disnleasure, which, in spite of all attempts to disguise it, "tentimes so apparent, that I have almost determined nw houses declining forty-five degrees from a per'ires, with the eyes fixed in the top of theii foreheads, birds with one leg, and thumping red roses, growing from the slender stems of ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1844 Excerpt: ...only increases their disnleasure, which, in spite of all attempts to disguise it, "tentimes so apparent, that I have almost determined nw houses declining forty-five degrees from a per'ires, with the eyes fixed in the top of theii foreheads, birds with one leg, and thumping red roses, growing from the slender stems of the harebell, to pass in review before me, without dropping a single. hint that they are not specimens of perfection. Some time ago, being detained at a house where a young lady was seated at the piano, I requested her to play " The Battle of Prague." She went on thumping away, with almost as much violence and monotony as a dairy-maid churning butter. A pause, at last, occurred, by which I concluded that the piece must have been performed without my having identified it as the " Battle of Prague." Unluckily, I pointed to her music-book, asking her if she had not passed over one part a little too hastily. In as short a time as any attention to decency would permit, the book was closed, the instrument shut up, and the music-stool abandoned by the young lady, while, in the same space of time, my mind was made up never again to rebuke her--no, not if she should play " Handel s Water-piece" to the words of " I'd be a butterfly," or his grand " Hallelujah Chorus" to the tune of " Tink a tink: " for she could not bear to be told of her errors. A friend of mine, possessing some talents as a painter, occasionally exhibits a picture or two at the Exhibition of the Royal Academy. A week ago he showed me a representation of the interior of a cottage, nearly finished; and to do him justice, it was a beautiful performance; but, by one of those unaccountable oversights, which sometimes the cleve...
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