And I have
made such arrangements that at my decease tardy justice will be done my injured
nephew. On this side stood the instruments with which the
latter piece of pleasantry had been effected,—namely, a bucket filled with paint
and a brush: on that was erected a trophy, consisting of a watchman's rattle, a
laced hat, with the crown knocked out, and its place supplied by a lantern, a
campaign wig saturated with punch, a torn steen-kirk and ruffles, some halfdozen staves, and a broken sword. Make up your mind as to the terms, and I'll
engage to find the man. All bad verse—originally the
epigram was Lang’s, I believe—is written in a state of emotion. It is generally deficient in
the qualities it prides itself upon most. "Oh, you're here, are you?" said the ruffian, with an exulting laugh: "I've been
looking for you everywhere. Before she put on her sun-helmet, she paused
before the mirror. And it’s no good pretending there is
one when there isn’t. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite
strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. It has all been a mistake. My Mom is hell bent on having the biggest, most
beautiful house in the neighborhood, my college
education be damned.
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