. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. ntly her favourite fancy, she had completed andhung vip two festoons of artificial flowers ; but alas ! her stock ofihand fell short a whole foot of the third window—I am afraid forwant of the very bouquet in Carolines borinet. Removing ths unfor-tunate garlaiids, she rushed out full speed, and the next moment Isaw her in the story above, rapidly unpapering her curls, arid makingherself as fit as time allowed, to sit in state in the drawing-room, bythe light of twenty-seven long sixes:, ^ A violent uproar now recalled my attentioii t6 .Nur
. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. ntly her favourite fancy, she had completed andhung vip two festoons of artificial flowers ; but alas ! her stock ofihand fell short a whole foot of the third window—I am afraid forwant of the very bouquet in Carolines borinet. Removing ths unfor-tunate garlaiids, she rushed out full speed, and the next moment Isaw her in the story above, rapidly unpapering her curls, arid makingherself as fit as time allowed, to sit in state in the drawing-room, bythe light of twenty-seven long sixes:, ^ A violent uproar now recalled my attentioii t6 .Nurhfeer 29, wherethe mob had begun to call, outto^liss \Vintet for her NorthernLights. Miss W: wasat her post pnd rushed, with her rush tocomply with the demand: but a siidden twitter of nervousnessaggravating^ her old palsy, she, c6uld not persuade her waveringtaper to alight on any cne of the cottons. There was a deal ofcoquetting indeed between wick and wick, but nothing like a mutualflame. In vain the thin Ipver-like candle kept hovering over its. All at, Sixes and , . intended, and shedding tears of grease at every repulse ; not a glimmerreplied to its glance, till at last, weary of love and light, it fairly I-apedout of its till socket, and drowned its own twinkle in a taU patience of the mob, already of a thin texture, was torn to ragsby this conclusion; they saw that if she would, Miss Winter never<re«/d? illuminate : but as this was an unwelcome truth, they broke it THE ILLUMrNATT. 45I to het with ai volley of stones, that destroyed her little Vauyhall in a mcment, and in a twinkle left her nothing to twinkle with ! Shocked at this catastrophe, I turned with some anxiety to MissRumbolds, but with admirable presence of mind she had lightedevery alternate candle in her windows, and,was thus able to presenta front at a short notice. The mob, however, made asmuch uproar as at Miss Winters, thoug^h the noise was different incharacte
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