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forms a pathetic contrast with the boyish love of fun and roguery which appears to have been natural to him ., and not at all associated with any idea of doing mischief .
Harry of Newmarket . Nor was it . He meant no harm : all his literary tricks were for the sake of enjoying the joke , and profiting , i . e . living by it . Mr . Albion . I never saw him but once . I thought he had very ' much the look of an old General ; not merely on account of his braided coat , high black stocky and dark weather-beaten look ; —there was ' a cut' about him .
Harr ? of Newmarket . He had been a very fine handsome man , of bold and imposing features , with a dark , red , sanguine complexion . When he sat at home by the fire-light on a winter ' s evening , in a loose dressing gown , with his long black hair flying wildly about , he gave the best impersonation I can conceive for a beau ideal of a king of the gipsies . If Scott had seen him he would have used him to a certainty . In his melancholy moods he
reminded me , in expression , of Sir Joshua ' s head in the Angerstein Gallery , called the Banished Lord . It was one summer ' s evening
that I found him sitting alone in this mood with a tumbler of sugar and water before him . The conversation took a melancholy turn—very unusual with him or me—and he said , I am sick of my life , sir . The more I struggle , the further I am pushed back . The more I work , the less I get . Had it not been for my family , I should have wished there had been an end of me long since . But now , Mr . Newmarket , what with one thing and the other , I am so completely worn out , that even that feeling is ground down in me ,
and I do not care how soon I am boxed up . ' Can you wonder at my defending this man ? Mrs . Albion . Poor fellow !—and from this time I suppose his circu Distances got worse and worse ?
Harry of Newmarket . No doubt ; for he vanished with his family from the cottage , and I only met him accidentally once or twice after . He related to me , with a laugh that was half anguish , that unlucky affair of the bridge in Kent . When I asked him where he lived , he shrugged his shoulders . There was no mis taking the melancholy answer . Angus * And now the name of William Henry Ireland—he
who when a boy made dupes of nearly all the learned meu of the day , and subsequently of the intellectual public at large in various ways , many of which are not even now so much as suspectedwherein he has shown a most versatile ingenuity , however our selflove and vanity may be exasperated at such proofs of our want of
real judgment- ~ now his name in to gain a second popularity , lasting about a month , while his grave is to be hooted over and spit upon by those sorely-angered fools who feel that they wtw never a refrtoh for his Protean rogueries . F&thbr . Zodiac . His chief literary offence , and a great ode i
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), June 2, 1835, page 391, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2646/page/27/
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