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hung Dick up , and he sings as if his soul were constantly coming up his throat and going down again . ' * Hung Dick up ! what are you talking of child V said , , her uncle , who had imperfectly heara the last sentence . 'Why , my Dick , the canary ; poor dear , it is one ' s duty to make tnem as happy as one can . I long to open the door and let it fly ; and should , only they say it would die . But , uncle , you will let Emma come very often ; we will sit there so pretty , and do our lessons together . '
' Lessons ! I thought you had never anything to do with such things . ' Oh yes , sometimes ; for papa never obliges me to , and ' ' That to is a vulgarism / said Sir James . 'Oh , is it ?—well , where was I ?—it is , however , right to do them as often as I can ; and when I take pains , papa is so kind and smiles so ; and then he reads to me out of "Macbeth" or the " Merchant ot
Venice , " or anything else I ask him ; and I have learnt so many speeches by heart . Oh ! do let me say " the quality of mercy . "" ' And she threw off her hat , shook down her hair over her shoulders , * cau ght up a shawl that was lying on a chair , wrapped it around her , and was soon lost in her sensations of enjoyment ; went
fairly through the whole trial scene from the ' Merchant of Venice ;' guessing at and personatin g Shylock and the other characters , which had usually fallen to her father ' share , but giving her own part of Portia perfectly , and with all the truth , grace , and spirit which had been impressed into her both by nature and
cultivation . Meanwhile Lady Brandon , who had begun to sketch the convolvulus wreath , now relinquished it , to gaze on the other and more exquisite child of nature before her . Of a form so fragile that it seemed scarcely sufficient tenement for the spirit that dwelt within it , and replete with that native grace which waits alike upon the unconsciousness of youth or the refined and
cultured taste of later years ; with every feature enriched with the music of expression , waking up a beautiful and universal harmony , the little enthusiast , her eyes brightening , her cheeky now red , now pale , as each successive emotion thrilled and vibrated through her frame , stirred not until the scene was near its completion . After the words , ' Down , therefore , and beg mercy of the duke / she seemed suddenly to recollect herself . She hastily threw off the shaw ( l , and gathering up her hair said , half-archly ,
halftimidly , I see , uncle , you are thinking it high time that I should " down and beg mercy" of you for carrying my folly into your library . ' Sir James orandon , somewhat mitigated by Flora ' s extreme artlessness and grace , softened towards her . s No , my dear , no ; it is all very well here ; but let me warn you against the cultivation of a very dangerous taste , very dangerous , indeed !' 4 Why very well here , uncle , and not very well anywnere else 1 Why dangerous ? I am sum it always makes me feel"beite ? and
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), July 1, 1835, page 461, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2647/page/25/
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