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Angel Gabriel. Indeed I know | <p>Angel Gabriel. <del>Indeed I know not but that it might</del> <add>Who can say that it may not</add> have served here tofore<lb/> | ||
to that use? | to that use? Stones you <add>tell us</add> <del>know</del> have fallen from heaven before now and<lb/> | ||
this for | <del>this for <gap/>!</del> <add>why <unclear>may-n't</unclear> this</add> <del>I know</del> 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/> | <del>was ever</del> <add>could ever have been</add> dug out of the earth. This <unclear>jewels</unclear> my fair Cheese-maker; who<lb/> | ||
I am told I | <del>I am told</del> <add>I understand</add> is a <unclear>fosslist</unclear> to boot, shall bring down on her lap, and <unclear>depositd</unclear><lb/> | ||
with pious gratitude in the | with pious gratitude in the sanctum sanctorum of Pewsey. To this <del>will</del> <add>shall</add><lb/> | ||
be added about 50 or 60 specimens of | be added about 50 or 60 specimens of <gap/> ores: sent over by my<lb/> | ||
Brother in days of yore | Brother in days of yore as an <gap/> of better things to come. True it is<lb/> | ||
these were put up in a bundle with your direction to them before<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/> | 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/> | 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/> | at I know not what distant period, spend more. But the handling of<lb/> | ||
so much wealth hath made | so much wealth hath made me mercenary: and I have vowed a<lb/> | ||
vow, a tremendous irrevocable vow that your eyes shall never behold a single grain of them<lb/> | vow, <add>a tremendous irrevocable</add> vow that your eyes shall never behold a single grain of them,<lb/> | ||
unless wafted to Pewsey by that enviable conveyance. | unless <unclear>wafted</unclear> to Pewsey by that enviable conveyance.</p> | ||
When you see Lord Lansdown, you will hear of a great<lb/> | <p>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/> | pie which was cut up at his house and in which, alas! alas! I<lb/> | ||
full | full well 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/> | 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/> | me and said, three hundred miles off, even in Cornwall: too busy and<lb/> | ||
too wise, to leave mountains for an | too wise, to leave mountains for <del>an</del> <add>horse-load</add> chip-band-boxes. What could I do?<lb/> | ||
There | There <del><gap/></del> is an hour for pies 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/> | was come: it had been kept till it <del>could be kept</del> <add>would keep</add> no longer. But what<lb/> | ||
hath kept, keeps still, and will have kept when | hath kept, keeps still, and will have kept when pyes and custard, <del><gap/></del> at once<lb/> | ||
grown stale how does my little custardophagus? is the serene regards and esteem<lb/> | grown stale (how does my little custardophagus?) is the <unclear>serene</unclear> regards and esteem<lb/> | ||
with which I am | with which I am</p> | ||
Your obliged friend and humble servant | <p>Dear Sir,</p> | ||
<p>Your obliged friend and humble servant</p> | |||
<p>I beg 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/> | If <add>at this distance</add> you can assist me, the best mode of doing it that <add>in your answer to me</add> <del>you should send me</del> you should<lb/> | ||
enclose a letter addressed to the discreet matron whom you ha with you you make choice of which that I may | enclose a letter addressed to the discreet matron <add>whom you <unclear>ha<gap/></unclear> with you</add> <del>you make choice</del> of <del>which</del> that I <unclear>may</unclear></p> | ||
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Angel Gabriel. Indeed I know not but that it might Who can say that it may not have served here tofore
to that use? Stones you tell us know have fallen from heaven before now and
this for ! why may-n't 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 understand is a fosslist to boot, shall bring down on her lap, and depositd
with pious gratitude in the sanctum sanctorum of Pewsey. To this will shall
be added about 50 or 60 specimens of ores: sent over by my
Brother in days of yore as an 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 me 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 well 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 horse-load chip-band-boxes. What could I do?
There is an hour for pies 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 pyes and custard, at once
grown stale (how does my little custardophagus?) is the serene regards and esteem
with which I am
Dear Sir,
Your obliged friend and humble servant
I beg 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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