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' Sir , ' said Peregrine , * that ' s a splendid flute . Allow rne . ' He took it , and poured out such a volume of melody , that five of the windows cracked , and Mr . Raphael Topenny evaporated .
Mr . Peregrine Twist , from the time of that eventful dinner party , was a constant visiter at No . — , Portland place . Indeed , at the request of my dear wife , he introduced us to the Shocks . In about six months' time , Mr . Peregrine Twist led to the Hymeneal altar Miss Dorothy Shock ; and at the same time was united , Mr . Augustus Shock to Anna Maria , my eldest g irl . My wife has some hopes that fate has destined Mr . Raphael Topenny and our sweet Isabella to come together .
On his wedding day Mr . Peregrine Twist broke the magic snuff-box , and so discharged the sprite from further attendance ; for , as he said to me , in a conversation previous , he did not think it at all conducive to the happiness of a married man , to be able to know everything . I forgot to say that Gwenllian was appointed chief of the home department . W . L . T .
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The Last Scene of a Life . 853
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THE LAST SCENE OF A LIFE .
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The blush that made her beautiful Came back—but faint and weak , Fpt seventy summers had gone by
Since first it bloom'd her cheek : The light , that used to make her eye Shed heaven about her brow , ReturnM to gleam a little while In timid lustre now . They plac'd her , at her soft request , Before a cabinet ; They saw the fringes of her eyes With quiet tears were wet ;
They saw her all-transparent hand Move tremblingly to lift A little locket from a drawer—Perhaps 'twas love ' s first gift . They btood—who stood ? alas , a few Who knew her but of late ; For time had taken , one by one , Each friend of earlier date ; And nothing but her heart—her mind . Which death alone could blast , Kept these kind spirits round her then To watch her to the last .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 2, 1834, page 853, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2640/page/35/
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