Author : Charles Lamb
Publisher : Rarebooksclub.com
ISBN 13 : 9781230188065
Total Pages : 54 pages
Book Rating : 4.1/5 (88 download)
Book Synopsis Little Essays, Sketches and Characters, by C. Lamb, Selected from His Letters by P. Fitzgerald by : Charles Lamb
Download or read book Little Essays, Sketches and Characters, by C. Lamb, Selected from His Letters by P. Fitzgerald written by Charles Lamb and published by Rarebooksclub.com. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 54 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1884 edition. Excerpt: ...tasted all the grandeur and wildness of fancy till you have gone mad! All now seems to me vapid, comparatively so. Excuse this selfish digression. LITERAL SPIRIT OF THE TIMES. HIS Custom-and-Duty Age would have made the Preacher on the Mount take out a licence, and St. Paul's Epistles would not have been missible without a stamp. BOOK-SHELVES. HAVE put up shelves. You never saw a book-case in more true harmony with the contents than what I've nailed up in a room, which, though new, has more aptitudes for growing old than you shall often see--as one sometimes gets a friend in the middle of life, who becomes an old friend in a short time. OF WATER-DRINKING. ARY has left a little space for me to fill up with nonsense, as the geographers used to cram monsters in the voids of the maps, and call it Terra Incognita. She has told you how she has taken to water like a hungry otter. I too limp after her in lame imitation, but it goes against me a little at first. I have been acquaintance with it now for full four days, and it seems a moon. I am full of cramps, and rheumatisms, and cold internally, so that fire won't warm me; yet I bear all for virtue's sake. Must I then leave you, gin, rum, brandy, aqua-vitae, pleasant jolly fellows? Hang temperance, and he that first invented it!--some Anti-Noahite. C has powdered his head, and looks like Bacchus, Bacchus ever sleek and young. He is going to turn sober, but his clock has not struck yet; meantime he pours down goblet after goblet, the second to see where the first is gone, the third to see no harm happens to the second, a fourth to say there is another coming, and a fifth to say he is not sure he is the last A LOST COMPANION. JEANTIME she is dead to me, and I miss a prop. All my strength is gone, ...
