Burney, perhaps, was alink between the world of ton
and the world of fogrum.
It does not wish to argue or to convert oreven to
tell a story. The precise outline ofpeoples characters was covered with a rambling
pink haze.
But as he went, herang the bell with
force.
Things indeed seemed to go wrong from the start. He
nodded to Signor Piozzi; and Signor Piozzi stepped tothe instrument and began to
sing.
Theyhave had their effect upon the
language.
Johnson, whomanybody in England would gladly pay to
see. No; Nimrod was ofopinion that he did not. He therefore asked Signor Piozzito be
of the party.
He is proud to call himself a
journalist.
Yet she begins by reading the sporting
news.
Aerial chains, invisible spells, bind andfreeze the
free spirit of communication.
Nor is his own face exempted from the general
ambiguity. He had apparentlydecided that the evening was a failure so far as talk
wasconcerned.
His starts of vision were alwaysastonishing and
almost always painful.
He wassupercilious in the extreme; he was selfish;
he was fickle. No one should call himJohnny Mytton with impunity. Acoronet, indeed,
hung almost suspended over his head.
His habits were drivinghis family from him. Indeed
theEnglish sporting writers, Beckford, St.
Grevillestill stood superciliously upon the
hearth-rug.
De Quincey, of course, is one of these rare beings.
For the truth is we like these exhibitions of human nature.
Everybody knew andremembered when they saw her that
Mrs. There was that about him which resembled therestlessness of the
hyena.
He had everything that the human heartcould desire,
but he lacked the art of enjoyment. Fulke Greville slunk away,sloping even his proud
shoulders, to a chair. Moreover, there was a natural affinity between
them.
Burneyhad written to him in praise of the
dictionary; he remembered, too,that Dr. Did not the blood of Adam of Salzburg run in
herveins?