. Thackerayana;. himself. What a powdered sheeps head have we got here?cried Captain Winterbottom. We all went to Mr. Martins, toassist him in drawing Jemmys picture. On our return, discovered that her son had got an inflammation in his righteye by looking steadfastly on the painter. She ordered a poultice THE MIRROR: 433 of bread and milk, and put him to bed; so there was no moretalk of Omnibus in terris for that evening. My pupil came down to breakfast in a complete suit ofblack, with weepers, and a long mourning-cravat. The Count deProvences curls were all demolished, and there re
. Thackerayana;. himself. What a powdered sheeps head have we got here?cried Captain Winterbottom. We all went to Mr. Martins, toassist him in drawing Jemmys picture. On our return, discovered that her son had got an inflammation in his righteye by looking steadfastly on the painter. She ordered a poultice THE MIRROR: 433 of bread and milk, and put him to bed; so there was no moretalk of Omnibus in terris for that evening. My pupil came down to breakfast in a complete suit ofblack, with weepers, and a long mourning-cravat. The Count deProvences curls were all demolished, and there remained not avestige of powder on his hair. Bless me ! cried I, what is thematter ? Oh, nothing, said Mrs. Flint; a relation of mine isto be interred at twelve, and Jemmy has got a burial letter. Weought to acknowledge our friends on such melancholy mean to send Jemmy with the coach and six; it will teach himhow to behave himself in public places. At dinner my pupil expressed a vehement desire to go to
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