. 'Christopher North', un ricordo di John Wilson ... : compilato da documenti di famiglia e altre fonti. Ad un angolo amato della sala da pranzo che cosa stavo desiderando; poi con Oh, chiedo il vostro perdono, Hogg, wasforgetting, lui avrebbe preso una piccola chiave d'oro, quello appeso da achain dello stesso metallo prezioso ad un particolare bottone-buco, espalk via, alto come la vita, aprire due splendide fiodle-casse, e pro-dedurre il loro contenuto, prima l'uno e poi l'altro, ma alwaysmantenendo il meglio a se stesso. Malato non dimenticare mai con che cosa elated la dig-nity si è levato in piedi diritto in su nel mezzo di quel pavimento e Rosinedhis

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. 'Christopher North', a memoir of John Wilson ... : compiled from family papers and other sources . to a beloved corner of the dining-room whatI was wanting; then with Oh, I beg your pardon, Hogg, I wasforgetting, he would take out a small gold key, that hung by achain of the same precious metal to a particular button-hole, andstalk away, as tall as life, open two splendid fiddle-cases, and pro-duce their contents, first the one and then the other, but alwayskeeping the best to himself. Ill never forget with what elated dig-nity he stood straight up in the middle of that floor and rosinedhis bow: there was a twist of the lip and an upward beam of theeye that was truly sublime; then down we sat side by side and be-gan At the end of every tune we took a glass, and still our enthusiastic admiration of the Scottish tunes increased, our energiesof execution were redoubled, till ultimately it became, not only acomplete and well-contested race, but a trial of strength to deter- * But all the papers in Blackioood, signed Timothy Tickler, were not written by Mr. Sym, Mr. Hogg notwithstanding.. A SCOTCH JUDGE. LITERATURE. BLACKWOOD 8 MAGAZINE. ITU mine which should drown the other. The only feelings short ofecstasy that came across us in these enraptured moments werecaused by hearing the laugh and joke going on with our friends, asif no such thrilling strains had been flowing. But if Syms eyechanced to fall on them, it instantly retreated upwards again inmild indignation.* The Shepherd himself was not the least remarkable among thatset of remarkable men. In spite of qualities that made it impossi-ble perfectly to respect him, his original genius and good-naturedsimplicity made him a favorite with them all, until his vanity hadbecome quite unendurable. He plumed himself immensely on beingthe real originator of the Magazine, and of the Chaldee MS. Hewas a very frequent contributor, but, in addition to his own genu-ine compositions, he got the credit of numberless performances, b

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