Byrom,—a poet of whom his native town, Manchester, may be justly
proud; and his features and figure have been preserved by the most illustrious of
his companions on the present occasion,—Hogarth,—in the levée in the "Rake's
Progress," and in "Southwark Fair. Foolish compliments were tossed about like confetti. "But—sapperment!—I wish they hadn't broken
my pipe. “You know I’m old-fashioned, Miss Stanley. "A fall against Newgate is accounted a sign of death by the halter," replied Wild,
with ill-disguised malignity. Supper was over. “I suppose, Vee, you don’t see much of those Widgetts now?”
“I go in and talk to Constance sometimes. "Yes; but what is good isn't always proper. Yes, yes; that was all very well in ordinary cases; but yonder was a soul in
travail, if ever she had seen one. She has been a dear. And now I
break the seals—for you.
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