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The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb — Volume 1 Miscellaneous Prose

It was noontide. The sun was very hot. An old gentlewoman sat spinning in a little arbour at the door of her cottage. She was blind; and her grandaughter was reading the Bible to her. The old lady had just left her work, to attend to the story of Ruth.

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15. Scene 2) confounds and stuns his incredulous hearer. They come pouring

out like the successive falls of Nilus. They "doubly redouble strokes upon the foe." Description outstrides proof. We are made to believe effects before we have testimony for th...

18. Part II., were published in 1697. The passage quoted is from that "On

The paper, towards the end, becomes a first sketch for the _Elia_ essay "My First Play," 1821. As a whole it is hardly less charming than that essay, while its analysis of the T...

17. Act IV., Scene 3, lines 23-40.

Page 73, line 7 from foot. _A waistcoat that had been mine_. The clothes of his clients became the hangman's perquisites. In Lamb's letter to Bernard Barton concerning Thurtell...

13. CHAPTER XIII

I was sent for the other morning to the assistance of a gentleman, who had been wounded in a duel,--and his wounds by unskilful treatment had been brought to a dangerous crisis.

14. Scene 1.--To judge of the liberality of these notions of dress, we must

advert to the days of Gresham, and the consternation which a phenomenon habited like the merchant here described would have excited among the flat round caps and cloth stockings...

7. CHAPTER VII

Miss Clare, we may be sure, made her brother very happy, when she told him of the engagement she had made for the morrow, and how delighted she had been with his handsome friend.

11. CHAPTER XI

Strange things have happened unto me--I seem scarce awake--but I will recollect my thoughts, and try to give an account of what has befallen me in the few last weeks.

6. CHAPTER VI

In my catalogue of the little library at the cottage, I forgot to mention a book of Common Prayer. My reader's fancy might easily have supplied the omission--old ladies of Marga...

4. CHAPTER IV

Allan Clare was just two years elder than Rosamund. He was a boy of fourteen, when he first became acquainted with her--it was soon after she had come to reside with her grandmo...

2. CHAPTER II

Rosamund had just made an end of her story, (as I was about to relate,) and was listening to the application of the moral, (which said application she was old enough to have mad...

1. CHAPTER I

It was noontide. The sun was very hot. An old gentlewoman sat spinning in a little arbour at the door of her cottage. She was blind; and her grandaughter was reading the Bible t...

9. CHAPTER IX

Fain would I draw a veil over the transactions of that night--but I cannot--grief, and burning shame, forbid me to be silent--black deeds are about to be made public, which refl...

8. CHAPTER VIII

They had but four rooms in the cottage. Margaret slept in the biggest room up stairs, and her grandaughter in a kind of closet adjoining, where she could be within hearing, if h...

12. CHAPTER XII

Allan told me, that for some years past, feeling himself disengaged from every personal tye, but not alienated from human sympathies, it had been his taste, his _humour_ he call...

3. CHAPTER III

There was a sort of melancholy mingled in her smile. It was not the thoughtless levity of a girl--it was not the restrained simper of premature womanhood--it was something which...

5. CHAPTER V

When Allan returned home, he found an invitation had been left for him, in his absence, to spend that evening with a young friend, who had just quitted a public school in London...

10. CHAPTER X

I parted from Allan Clare on that disastrous night, and set out for Edinburgh the next morning, before the facts were commonly known--I heard not of them--and it was four months...

16. Act V., Scene I, lines 46-50.

Page 72. _Footnote. "The Spanish Tragedy."_ A play by Thomas Kyd (1557?-1595?), from which Lamb quoted largely in his _Specimens_, 1808. This line is in Act III., in Hieronimo's...