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--how do you like Jane's hair? You are a judge. She did it all herself. Quite wonderful how she does her hair! No bairdresser from London, I think, could.-Ah! Dr. Hughes, I declare and Mrs. Hughes. Must go and speak to Dr. and Mrs. Hughes for a moment. How do you do? How do you
Very well, I thank you. This is delightful, is it not? Where's dear Mr. Richard ? Oh! there he is. Don't disturb him. Much better employed talking to the young ladies. How do you do, Mr. Richard? I saw you the other day as you rode through the town. Mrs. Otway, I protest! and good Mr. Otway, and Miss Otway, and Miss Caroline. Such a host of friends ! and Mr. George and Mr. Arthur! How do you do? How do you all do? Quite well, I am much obliged to you. Never better. Don't I hear another carriage? Who can this be?-very likely the worthy Coles. Upon my word, this is charming, to be standing among such friends ? And such a noble fire! I am quite roasted. No coffee, I thank you, for me; never take coffee. A little tea if you please, sir, by and by; no hurry. Oh! here it comes. Everything so good !”
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Supper was announced. The move began; and Miss Bates might be heard from that moment without interruption, till her being seated at table and taking up her spoon.
“Jane, Jane, my dear Jane, where are you? tippet. Mrs. Weston begs you to put on your tippet. She says she is afraid there will be draughts in the passage, though everything has been done-one door nailed up-quantities of matting —my dear Jane, indeed you must. Mr. Churchill, oh! you are too obliging --How well you put it on !--so gratified ! Excellent dancing indeed !-Yes, my dear, I ran home, as I said I should, to help grandmamma to bed, and got back again, and nobody missed me. I set off without saying a word, just as I told you. Grandmamma was quite well, had a charming evening with Mr. Woodhouse, a vast deal of chat, and backgammon. Tea was made down stairs, biscuits and baked apples and wine before she came away: amazing luck in some of her throws : and she inquired a great deal about you, how you were amused, and who were your partners. *Oh!' said I, “I shall not forestall Jane; I left her
dancing with Mr. George Otway; she will love to tell you all about it herself to-morrow: her first partner was Mr. Elton; I do not know who will ask her next, perhaps Mr. William Cox. My dear sir, you are too obliging. Is there nobody you would not rather ?-I am not helpless. Sir, you are most kind. Upon my word, Jane on one arm, and me on the other! Stop, stop, let us stand a little back, Mrs. Elton is going; dear Mrs. Elton, how elegant she looks—beautiful lace !-Now we all follow in her train. Quite the queen of the evening !-Well here we are at the passage, Two steps, Jane, take care of the two steps. Oh! no, there is but one. Well, I was persuaded there were two. How very odd! I was convinced there were two, and there is but one. I never saw anything equal to the comfort and style—candles everywhere. I was telling you of your grandmamma, Jane—there was a little disappointment. The baked apples and biscuits, excellent in their way, you know; but there was a delicate fricassee of sweetbread and some asparagus brought in at first, and good Mr. Woodhouse, not thinking the asparagus quite boiled enough, sent it all out again. Now there is nothing grandmamma loves better than sweetbread and asparagus—so she was rather disappointed ; but we agreed we would not speak of it to any body, for fear of its getting round to dear Miss Wood house, who would be so very much concerned !-Well, this is brilliant! I am all amazement could not have supposed anything !-such elegance and profusion! I have seen nothing like it since. Well, where shall we sit? Where shall we sit? Anywhere, so that Jane is not in a draught. Where I sit is of no consequence. Oh! do you recommend this side? Well, I am sure, Mr. Churchill-only it seems too good - but just as you please. What you direct in this house cannot be wrong. Dear Jane, how shall we ever recollect half the dishes for grandmamma? Soup too! Bless me! I should not be helped so soon, but it smells most excellent, and I cannot help beginning."
863.-THE MODERN DRAMATIC POETS.
TALFOURD. [MR. SERGEANT TALFOURD has written Three Tragedies-Ion,'— The Athenian Captive,'-and'Glencoe.' They have each been acted—the first with great success. In these productions, and in other works, Mr. Talfourd has redeemed the promise of his precocious boyhood, as much as by his forensic success. 'Ion' was suggested by the tragedy of Euripides, in which a foundling youth is educated in a temple, and assists in its services. The 'Ion' of the modern tragedy is a young patriot who devotes himself to his country; confronts the tyrant who is surrounded by sensual pleasures in the midst of his people's desolation by pestilence; is discovered to be that tyrant's son ; and, having been lifted to supreme power, destroys himself in the belief that the vengeance of the gods will not be withdrawn from Argos, till the offending race, of which he is the last, shall be extinct. The following is from the the last scene.]
Ion. I thank you for your greeting.–Shout no more.
Medon. Permit thy earliest friend,
Thou art still most kind.
Am I indeed so pale ?
TSits on the throne.
Stand forth, Agenor !
I await thy will.
Die ! I am old
I kneel to crave,
I cannot thank thee,
No, Crythes! In ourselves,
See that they embark, Agenor,
No more—my word hath pass'd. Medon, there is no office I can add To those thou hast grown old in ; thou wilt guard The shrine of Phæbus, and within thy homeThy too delightful home-befriend the stranger As thou didst me ;-there sometimes waste a thought On thy spoil'd inmate ! Me.
Think of thee my lord ?
Ion. Pr’ythee no more. Argives ! I have a boon
who saw him in his full-blown pride,