I am honoured by your confidence in me. going to have a college friend visiting him part of the summer, 中彩网双色球字谜总汇 The remembrance of this odious suggestion was the only thing that seemed to cloud the serenity of Mrs Keeling鈥檚 horizon: indeed it scarcely did that, and corresponded rather to a very slight fall in the barometer, though no signs of untoward weather were anywhere visible. She did not often think of it, but she knew that it had not (like so many more important things) entirely vanished from her mind, and when she did think of it, it produced this slight declension from weather otherwise set fair. But immediately afterwards her thistle-down reflections would flutter away to the pearl-pendant, the Inverbroom visit, and the baronetage. My room is up in a tower that used to be the contagious ward plate over it on the bottom shelf of the pantry--and they do! It may interest some if I state that during the last twenty years I have made by literature something near 锟?0,000. As I have said before in these pages, I look upon the result as comfortable, but not splendid. I don't suppose they are.) Anyway, a Very Useful Person. And when you On Christmas day, 1863, we were startled by the news of Thackeray鈥檚 death. He had then for many months given up the editorship of the Cornhill Magazine 鈥?a position for which he was hardly fitted either by his habits or temperament 鈥?but was still employed in writing for its pages. I had known him only for four years, but had grown into much intimacy with him and his family. I regard him as one of the most tender-hearted human beings I ever knew, who, with an exaggerated contempt for the foibles of the world at large, would entertain an almost equally exaggerated sympathy with the joys and troubles of individuals around him. He had been unfortunate in early life 鈥?unfortunate in regard to money 鈥?unfortunate with an afflicted wife 鈥?unfortunate in having his home broken up before his children were fit to be his companions. This threw him too much upon clubs, and taught him to dislike general society. But it never affected his heart, or clouded his imagination. He could still revel in the pangs and joys of fictitious life, and could still feel 鈥?as he did to the very last 鈥?the duty of showing to his readers the evil consequences of evil conduct. It was perhaps his chief fault as a writer that he could never abstain from that dash of satire which he felt to be demanded by the weaknesses which he saw around him. The satirist who writes nothing but satire should write but little 鈥?or it will seem that his satire springs rather from his own caustic nature than from the sins of the world in which he lives. I myself regard Esmond as the greatest novel in the English language, basing that judgment upon the excellence of its language, on the clear individuality of the characters, on the truth of its delineations in regard to the tine selected, and on its great pathos. There are also in it a few scenes so told that even Scott has never equalled the telling. Let any one who doubts this read the passage in which Lady Castlewood induces the Duke of Hamilton to think that his nuptials with Beatrice will be honoured if Colonel Esmond will give away the bride. When he went from us he left behind living novelists with great names; but I think that they who best understood the matter felt that the greatest master of fiction of this age had gone. 鈥榃hat鈥檚 the matter, Miss Propert?鈥?he said. 鈥楤etter tell me and not waste time, unless it鈥檚 private.鈥? 鈥楲eonardo?鈥?asked Keeling.