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Angel Gabriel. Indeed I know will that it might Who can say that it may not have served here tofore<lb/> | |||
to that use? Flames you tell us know have fallen from heaven before now and<lb/> | |||
this for ough! why may-not this I know may be one of them? Sure nothing half so beautiful<lb/> | |||
was ever could ever have been dug out of the earth. This jewels my fair Cheese-maker; who<lb/> | |||
I am told I understan is a fosslist to boot, shall brim down on her lap, and depositd<lb/> | |||
with pious gratitude in the sancta sanctorum of Pewsey. To this will shall<lb/> | |||
be added about 50 or 60 specimens of lebesanor orcs: sent ever by my<lb/> | |||
Brother in days of yore and an earnest of better things to come. True it is<lb/> | |||
these were put up in a bundle with your direction to them before<lb/> | |||
I had thought of Pewsey in any other light than that of a place<lb/> | |||
in which I had spent some pleasant hours, and might possibly<lb/> | |||
at I know not what distant period, spend more. But the handling of<lb/> | |||
so much wealth hath made one mercenary: and I have vowed a<lb/> | |||
vow, a tremendous irrevocable vow that your eyes shall never behold a single grain of them<lb/> | |||
unless wafted to Pewsey by that enviable conveyance. | |||
When you see Lord Lansdown, you will hear of a great<lb/> | |||
pie which was cut up at his house and in which, alas! alas! I<lb/> | |||
full will know, my reverend friend would have rejoiced to have had<lb/> | |||
a finger. I cried out with a loud voice where is he? They answerd<lb/> | |||
me and said, three hundred miles off, even in Cornwall: too busy and<lb/> | |||
too wise, to leave mountains for an home-load chip-band-boxes. What could I do?<lb/> | |||
There is an hour for prier as for other things. The hour of this pie<lb/> | |||
was come: it had been kept till it could be kept would keep no longer. But what<lb/> | |||
hath kept, keeps still, and will have kept when fyes and custard, et at one<lb/> | |||
grown stale how does my little custardophagus? is the serene regards and esteem<lb/> | |||
with which I am | |||
Your obliged friend and humble servant | |||
Dear Sir, | |||
they have to propose<lb/> | |||
If at this distance you can assist me the best mode of doing it that in your answer to me you should send me you should<lb/> | |||
enclose a letter addressed to the discreet matron whom you ha with you you make choice of which that I may | |||
Angel Gabriel. Indeed I know will that it might Who can say that it may not have served here tofore
to that use? Flames you tell us know have fallen from heaven before now and
this for ough! why may-not this I know may be one of them? Sure nothing half so beautiful
was ever could ever have been dug out of the earth. This jewels my fair Cheese-maker; who
I am told I understan is a fosslist to boot, shall brim down on her lap, and depositd
with pious gratitude in the sancta sanctorum of Pewsey. To this will shall
be added about 50 or 60 specimens of lebesanor orcs: sent ever by my
Brother in days of yore and an earnest of better things to come. True it is
these were put up in a bundle with your direction to them before
I had thought of Pewsey in any other light than that of a place
in which I had spent some pleasant hours, and might possibly
at I know not what distant period, spend more. But the handling of
so much wealth hath made one mercenary: and I have vowed a
vow, a tremendous irrevocable vow that your eyes shall never behold a single grain of them
unless wafted to Pewsey by that enviable conveyance.
When you see Lord Lansdown, you will hear of a great
pie which was cut up at his house and in which, alas! alas! I
full will know, my reverend friend would have rejoiced to have had
a finger. I cried out with a loud voice where is he? They answerd
me and said, three hundred miles off, even in Cornwall: too busy and
too wise, to leave mountains for an home-load chip-band-boxes. What could I do?
There is an hour for prier as for other things. The hour of this pie
was come: it had been kept till it could be kept would keep no longer. But what
hath kept, keeps still, and will have kept when fyes and custard, et at one
grown stale how does my little custardophagus? is the serene regards and esteem
with which I am
Your obliged friend and humble servant
Dear Sir,
they have to propose
If at this distance you can assist me the best mode of doing it that in your answer to me you should send me you should
enclose a letter addressed to the discreet matron whom you ha with you you make choice of which that I may
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letter 530, vol. 3; draft; also printed, with incorrect date, in bowring, x, 139-40 |
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