Charles Dickens

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Hodder and Stoughton, 1903 - 44 sider
"Charles Dickens; a biographical sketch," by F.G. Kitton (p. 18-39) is reprinted from the Dickens number (June 1901) of the London Bookman.
 

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Side 40 - Then, when the dusk of evening had come on, and not a sound disturbed the sacred stillness of the place — when the bright moon poured in her light on tomb and monument, on pillar, wall, and arch, and most of all (it seemed to them) upon her quiet grave...
Side 27 - I walked down to Westminster Hall, and turned into it for half an hour, because my eyes were so dimmed with joy and pride that they could not bear the street, and were not fit to be seen there.
Side 40 - ... as if Time carried on business there, and hung out his sign. Sooth to say, he did an active stroke of work in Rochester, in the old days of the Romans, and the Saxons, and the Normans, and down to the times of King John, when the rugged castle — I will not undertake to say how...
Side 40 - The place through which he made his way at leisure was one of those receptacles for old and curious things which seem to crouch in odd corners of this town and to hide their musty treasures from the public eye in jealousy and distrust.
Side 22 - I left, at a great many doors, a great many circulars calling attention to the merits of the establishment. Yet nobody ever came to school.
Side 41 - Anaersen. countrined look in the midst of this coal and gas steaming London. In the passage from street to garden hung pictures and engravings. Here stood a marble bust of Dickens, so like him, so youthful and handsome ; and over a bedroom door and a dining-room door were inserted the bas-reliefs of Night and Day, after Thorwaldsen.
Side 44 - Scheffer finished yesterday ; and Collins, who has a good ' eye for pictures, says that there is no man living who ' could do the painting about the eyes. As a work of art ' I see in it spirit combined with perfect ease, and yet I
Side 40 - A mean little brick heap, like a demented chapel, with a few yawning persons in leather gaiters, and in the last extremity for something to do, lounging at the door with their hands in their pockets, and calling themselves a Corn Exchange...
Side 44 - O most heartily glad, when that time comes ! But I must say that the intelligence and warmth of the audiences are an immense sustainment, and one that always sets me up. Sometimes before I go down to read (especially when it is in the day), I am so oppressed by having to do it that I feel perfectly unequal to the task. But the people lift me out of this directly; and I find that I have quite forgotten everything but them and the book, in a quarter of an hour.
Side 42 - ... when first I saw it in his company, that amid the recollections connected with his childhood it held always a prominent place, for, upon first seeing it as he came from Chatham with his father, and looking up at it with much admiration, he had been promised that he might himself live in it, or in some such house, when he came to be a man, if he would only work hard enough.

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