But O, how oft, rang How oft, at school, with most believing mind, Dear babe, that sleepest cradled by my side, Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep calm, Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought! My babe so beautiful; it thrills my heart Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Tinsel. LESSON XCIII. Scene from the Hunchback. KNOWLES. BELIEVE me. You shall profit by my training; You grow a lord a pace. I saw you meet A bevy of your former friends, who fain Had shaken hands with you. You gave them fingers! You're now another man. Your house is changed – Your table changed your retinue your horse; Enter WILLIAMS. Will. A gentleman would see your lordship. Tin. Sir! What's that? Will. A gentleman would see his lordship. Tin. How know you, sir, his lordship is at home? He's not at home, though there you see him, sir, Bring up the name of the gentleman, and then [WILLIAMS goes out. Your man was porter to some merchant's door, Who never taught him better breeding than Roch. Do you know Right well! I' faith, a hearty fellow, Tin. You've said enough! His lordship's not at home. [WILLIAMS goes out.] We do not go By hearts, but orders! Had he family Blood - though it only were a drop his heart Enter WILLIAMS. Will. One Master Jones hath asked to see your lordship. Tin. And what was your reply to Master Jones? Will. Tin. I knew not if his lordship was at home. You'll do. Who's Master Jones? Roch. A curate's son. Tin. A curate's. Better be a yeoman's son! And may become a bishop. He goes light. He may be called the yeoman of the church, That sweating does his work, and drudges on, While lives the hopeful rector at his ease. How made you his acquaintance, pray? Roch. We read Latin and Greek together. Tin. Dropping them, As, now that you're a lord, of course you've done, — Tin. Who Richard Cricket! You must Rochdale! A noble little fellow! A great man, sir! Roch. I never heard of him. Tin. Who is he? What! never heard Of Richard Cricket! never heard of him! see him, Roch. Bid him wait in the ante-room. Tin. The ante-room! [WILLIAMS goes out. The best room in your house! You do not know What's that? Will. Enter WILLIAMS. Well, sir, So please your lordship, a petition. Tin. Hadst not a service 'mongst the Hottentots At tradesmen's, shopkeepers', and merchants' only Subscriptions to a book of poetry! Cornelius Tense, A. M. Which means he construes Greek and Latin, works Problems in mathematics, can chop logic, And is a conjurer in philosophy, Both natural and moral. — Pshaw! a man Whom nobody, that is anybody, knows. Who, think you, follows him? Why an M. D., An F. R. S., an F. A. S., and then A D. D., Doctor of Divinity, Ushering in an LL. D., which means Doctor of Laws - their harmony, no doubt, The difference of their trades! There's nothing here But languages, and sciences, and arts, Not an iota of nobility! We cannot give our names. Take back the paper, And tell the bearer there's no answer for him: |