...only seem just roughly hewn out into the outlines of human form, like the giant-rock at Pratolino 1 ! I shudder when I see them brandish their knives in...savages that devour one another. I should not stare at • George Montagu (b. bef. 1685, LETTER 128. — l In the Apennines d. 1789), second Baron and first...

...another. I should not stare at all more than I do if yonder alderman at the lower end of the table were to stick his fork into his neighbour's jolly cheek, and cut a brave slice of brown and fat. Why, I '11 swear I see i to Hours in a Library no difference between a country gentleman and a sirloin;...

...roast beef, and only seem just roughly hewn out into outlines of human form, like the giant rock of Pratolino. I shudder when I see them brandish their...look on them as savages that devour one another." In 1745 Sir Robert Walpole died. Two years after his death his son purchased the villa at Twickenham,...

...roast beef, and only seem just roughly hewn out into the outlines of human form, like the giant rock at Pratolino! I shudder when I see them brandish their...jolly cheek, and cut a brave slice of brown and fat .... Oh, my dear Sir, don't you find that nine parts in ten of the world are of no use but to make...

...roast beef, and only seem just roughly hewn out into the outlines of human form, like the giant rock at Pratolino ! I shudder when I see them brandish their...jolly cheek, and cut a brave slice of brown and fat. . . . Oh, my dear Sir, don't you find that nine parts in ten of the world are of no use but to make...

...roast beef, and seem only just roughly hewn out into the outlines of human form, like the giant-rock at Pratolino ! I shudder when I see them brandish their...table, was to stick his fork into his neighbour's fat cheek and cut a brave slice of brown and fat. " Why, I'll swear I see no difference between a country...