She battled with a deadly faintness, and she tottered rather than walked back to her seat. He could not move; but stood like one stupified, with his hands clasped together, and eyes almost starting out of their sockets, fixed upon his unfortunate parent. " "How long will you be here?" "To-morrow night. " "As you please, Sir," replied the tapstress, coolly. He is steeped in the conventions. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. A wide terrace then led to large iron gates,' over which were placed the two celebrated figures of Raving and Melancholy Madness, executed by the elder Cibber, and commemorated by Pope in the Dunciad, in the wellknown lines:— "Close to those walls where Folly holds her throne, And laughs to think Monroe would take her down, Where, o'er the gates, by his famed father's hand, Great Cibber's brazen, brainless brothers stand. There was more to be told, and this was as good a time as any. Rattles were sprung; lanterns lighted, and hoisted at the end of poles; windows thrown open; doors unbarred; and, as if by magic, the street was instantaneously filled with a crowd of persons of both sexes, armed with such weapons as came most readily to hand, and dressed in such garments as could be most easily slipped on. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other.
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