AN OLD MAID’S GOSSIP., No. II. MY NEPHEW NED. I HAVE already mentioned my nephew Ned. This lad is at once poet and a dandy; and his heterogeneous mixture of enthusiasm and foppishness would be very diverting to me, if … Weiterlesen →

The “Rattles” and “Ramrods,” the “Drs. Vegetable” and the “Mistresses Vehicle,” the enamelled old maids and the rouging old men had all either died off or retired from the scathing shafts of not over-delicate satire, and left the glories of … Weiterlesen →

Ay, do now, Captain; tell us the story of the strange cretur you picked up going down the river,” said another. “Well, I’ll tell you how it was. We had hauled in the Broad-horn close ashore to wood; wind was … Weiterlesen →