The House in St. Martin's Street: Being Chronicles of the Burney Family

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J. Lane, 1907 - 365 páginas
 

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Página 63 - As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line: Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings, a dupe to his art. Like an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread, And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red. On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting; Twas only that when he was off he was acting.
Página 292 - Poor Baretti ! do not quarrel with him ; to neglect him a little will be sufficient. He means only to be frank and manly, and independent, and, perhaps, as you say, a little, wise. To be " frank, he thinks, is to be cynical ; and to " be independent is to be rude. Forgive " him, dearest lady, the rather, because of " his misbehaviour I am afraid he learned part of me. I hope to set him hereafter a
Página 267 - Sessions-House at the Old Bailey. There were not, I believe, a hundred ; but they did their work at leisure, in full security, without sentinels, without trepidation, as men lawfully employed, in full day.
Página 60 - Bach, sir? Bach's concert? And pray, sir, who is Bach? Is he a piper?" You may imagine what exclamations followed such a question. Mrs. Thrale gave a detailed account of the nature of the concert, and the fame of Mr. Bach ; and the many charming performances she had heard, with all their varieties, in his rooms. When there was a pause,
Página 251 - They hold a Parnassus fair every Thursday, give out rhymes and themes, and all the flux of quality at Bath contend for the prizes. A Roman vase dressed with pink ribbons and myrtles receives the poetry, which is drawn out every festival ; six judges of these Olympic games retire and select the brightest compositions, which the respective successful acknowledge, kneel to Mrs. Calliope Miller, kiss her fair hand, and are crowned by it with myrtle, with — I don't know what.
Página 118 - But Dr. Johnson's approbation ! — it almost crazed me with agreeable surprise — it gave me such a flight of spirits that I danced a jig to Mr. Crisp, without any preparation, music, or explanation ; — to his no small amazement and diversion.
Página 125 - Now for this morning's breakfast. Dr. Johnson, as usual, came last into the library ; he was in high spirits, and full of mirth and sport. I had the honour of sitting next to him : and now, all at once, he flung aside his reserve, thinking, perhaps, that it was time I should fling aside mine. Mrs. Thrale told him that she intended taking me to Mr. -s. " So you ought, madam," cried he ; " 'tis your business to be cicerone to her.
Página 59 - ... or myself. He did not even know Mrs. Thrale, till she held out her hand to him, which she did very engagingly. After the first few minutes, he drew his chair close to the pianoforte, and then bent down his nose quite over the keys, to examine them, and the four hands at work upon them ; till poor Hetty and Susan hardly knew how to play on, for fear of touching his phiz ; or, which was harder still, how to keep their countenances; and the less, as Mr.

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