Principality of his own to describe, it is unjust of you to declare, through thick and thin, because it lies out of your corner, Thackeray, out of the continent of human nature, Looking-glass maker to Cavendish and Smith, so that whoever else’s face is there, their own, so to speak, may be painted inĮver? You are unreasonable, Cavendish, you are unreasonable, Smith and if Mr. One-“A disappointed man,” says another, “and his characters and scenes are libels on human nature.”īut is every novelist bound to describe the whole of human nature, for the especial behoof of Smith or Cavendish? Must every Under which both the author and his writings commonly lie. Lady Hookham, who was playing off her little Minnie, now at young jack Gorget, of the Guards, now at the eager and simpleĬold-streams, would slink off when Ethel made her appearance on the ground: whose presence seemed to frighten away the fish Tommy, round her, enchanted by her bright conversation, and witty mischief, became dumb and disturbed when Ethel passed her Turned towards her * and Cecilia sang more out of tune than usual and Clara, who was holding Freddy, and Charley, and She seems to know what fadaises they whisper to their partners, as they pauseįanny, who was luring Lord Crœsus towards her with her blue eyes, dropped them guiltily to the floor, when Ethel’s The young women are frightened at her sarcasm. In an evening, to dance as many times with poor Tom Spring, who is his father’s ninth son, and only at home till he can get Maidens and matrons are eager to secure, is astonished to find that he is utterly indifferent to her, and that she will refuse His simpering common-places (the delight of how many well-bred maidens!) only occasion Miss Newcome’s laughter. Pressed round her, attracted by her beauty, are rather afraid, after a while, of engaging her. “And yet, if the truth must be told, this young lady is popular, neither with many men, nor with most women. Is it true that he is going to make his son an artist? I don’t know what the deuceĪrtist! By gad, in my time, a fellow would as soon have thought of making his son a hairdresser, or a pastry-cook, by gad.”Īnd imposture.” Surely this sounds something like gold not of the heroic standard, perhaps, not the softĪnd tender metal seven times purified and refined, but still gold, with that amount possibly, of the indurating alloy sufficient Make such a match as that with his cousin. Nothing could show a more deplorable ignorance of the world than poor Newcome Kew will sow his wild oats, and they’ll marry her to him or if not, to someįather, Walham, was a weak young man but his grandmother, old Lady Kew, is a monstrous clever old woman, too severe withĪway, and married a poor devil without a shilling. Mark my words: they intend Missīanker fellows are wild after grand marriages. His son could no more get that girl than he could marry one of the royal princesses. I hear the young men say so,” continues the worthy major “and nothing shows more how monstrous ignorant of the world Colonel Season, Lady Ann’s daughter, an exceedingly fine girl. As our author himself expresses it with two-edged irony: Some can love deeply, very deeply, whose discourse of love is warm. And yet some men are most generous, most noble, Their voices in loud appeal to justice, are most righteous and equitable. Not they who prate of love and extol friendship, are most loving Through “Vanity Fair,” “Pendennis,” and “The Newcomes,” from top to bottom of “Our Street,” whether we follow the Kickleburys up the Rhine, or watch the ball at the Perkins’s, the still small whisper of the authorĪtmosphere: “Behold the tinsel.” A melancholy voice in the midst of an overwrought civilization where every advantage hasĭisadvantage, every picture its reverse where platters have insides, and two sides are to every question! Not they who talkĪbout their interest, are most interested or greedy of lucre. It pervades his plots-pervades his characters. ” is the maxim inscribed on every page of his writings. And whoever sees with the author’s eyes must be melancholy for a while.
Of the performance, as he sits before the curtain Something like croaking, too, this but only a sigh, expressive of the profound melancholy which comes over the manager Vanitas Vanitatum! Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire?-or, having it, is satisfied?” The Dobbin figure, though apparently clumsy, yet dances in a very amusing and natural manner.” The famous little Becky puppet is uncommonly flexible in the joints, and wickedĮxpression. “You pay your shilling, and take your choice.
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