Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1841-06-22
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| 'AuNe
Ave. and IN London at this moment
! well. how will tha, benefit us' He, no doubt, is
as poor as we are--.his uncle will give him shil-
ling
/ No, bu, will Hs'hsr
why, Willi,m. are you craredi'
We'll. wife. | believe my senses wandering, nor
do think will recover them I'LL ] hnd Charles
Father. did you say he had jus, arvedl' asked the
son.
Yes
Then. father. as sure as stand here, the strange
gentleman is Mr. MarloweH
'Ah hut there not thousands OF strangers going
and coming every day, from this great metropolis
No. 1t cannot be- Wha, sort of looking man is he''
The boy described him, near as he could, TO his
father the result Of which was tina, they both sailed
out for the purpose of being in way satisfied upon
the subject, the old said he could close his
eyes until he had asceraned his place Of abode.
Chapter Y.
Well, my DEAR all hopes blasted the visit
my uncle sets the matter beyond the possibility of
doubt and the ambiguous language of the manager Of
the theatre leaves out little to hope in that quarter
What do you think, love, the very moment stepped
into his study he had just finished reading play which
he said had lain among the numerous MSS. of the the
are for several years, and he remembered the poor
author who brought it TO the then manager read, and
begged him to buy it as he was actually in want Of
food. i have jus, read it, sir said he me, and
is mos, SPLENDID production, and intend TO produce
II Immediately after which will talk about yours.'''
We'll, Charles. you have little TO expect from the
manager of theatre; you know, well as tell
you that an author adays, must have in,eres:
with the press this, obtained the public are fiat
tered into the belief that the production is one of mer-
it, and as that very press is silent upon its merits the
general opinion is, that it is beyond criticism nor will
the censors OF public opinion permit third person to
step between them and their literary foddy, hence is
that an unknown author has chance of success and
his piece is permitted to moulder on the Shelf while
trashy nonsense from some pot companion is ap-
pauded to the echo.'
You are right, my dear perfectly right, and ] have
been Ounce 10 hope for without calling in
The aid of that great literary lever the public press
1t is not however, alone the dramatic author who feels
The want OF friend at court the humble poet, who
Tolls in his lonely garrett from sunrise till sunset for
lew shilngs, and whose illusions merely purchas-
ed to fill up odd columns, is heard Of dreamt Of
or spoken Of his life is continual scene of mental
'trife and physical pain; the only pleasure he FEELS
when some bright thought CLEANS across his distract
I'd brain, and lights up the darkness within In after
years his writings are noticed by genius of the
age, whose word is bond to the million. and thus the
memory OF the dead bard, the poor attic student, who
lined upon crust of bread, is commemmora,ed by
'onnes, and his productions extoed from one end of
he universe to the other; he starred while living and
ired when dead
Such reasoning, my dear husband will, am con- |
'lnced cure you of this folly leave off these visona
y dreams, and turn your attention To- Some one !
nocks, dear Charles opened the door, and the little
GRAND boy appeared
Beg pardon, sir, but fathers below and wants to
peak . you, sir
We'll, my little fellow, call him up
Yes, sir, here he is The fact is, Saunders had
olowed his son, and was standing outside the door
You will pardon me, sir, have but question to
isk, and that may seem an imPertinent one
Speak out, sir; there is nothing impairment in the
skiing civil questions, and feel assured that the faith
n of this intelligent boy, here, did come this long
distance willingly to insult total stranger Walter
&c still there-his addressed to his son. who was
Justly engaged in of the room, in the noisy
sports Of childhood.
'Wa,er-W alters that boys name Walter Mar |
over
1T is |
Joy, joy, joyn and to the establishment of ALL Saun-
iers jumped up, seized the boy, and danced around
he loom with himwho being equally delighted though
rom different cause, seemed enjoy the sport and
made as much noise as his rough playmate.
IS your father crazy, boyl'
mo Sir, not that knows on, but he acts So
why did you bring him heret'
'iie brought himself sir, and fetched me along
He certainly behaves very srangely-look here |
I'D man.
Look at me, Charles Marowe,' exclaimed Saunders. |
call TO mind an old park, old horse and playmate
'ou had, called William Saunders
'Saunders-Saunders-e me think-that was nv
'ncies stewards name, let me thnk--yes remember
re used TO put me al old horse and whip him all
'ver the orchard
u did did
You, you-are you Saunders, my old tutor, my old |
,aymater
CHARLES, am William Saunders
Chapter VI.
lawyers Office next 10 a prison, is place most |
ordially dislike. always look upon half |
way house to trouble, litigation, aud expense; my
raet,ce has ever been to avoid them In a spacious
Dom plenteously slowed with calf bound books, OBJ
Dng tables covered with green baze etc. several per-
ons Stood whose being there, evidently by some
revious arrangements On side Of the principal |
able behind which sat the proprietor, lawyer of
ONE eminence, stood James Marlowe. and his lawver
S defendants in a suit Of Charles Marowe's
We'll Mr.. Cute, what is the important business as
on state 10 your note addressed to me- asked James
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