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LIST OF PLATES.
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ENGRAVERS. The Lady Helen (Frontispiece)B. R. FAULKNER . H. Robinson. Vignette Title Page
T. UWINS, R. A.
E. Ratcliffe. Remembrance.
L. Stocks. The Bride
W. Chevalier Francesca Foscari
Knight. The Sea! the Sea !
J. M. W. TURNER, R.A. J. T. Willmore. Helen Lagarde
H. Cooke. The Grecian Wife
Alfred Heath The Lovers
A. P. VICKERS
R. Brandard The Old English Squire H. LIVERSUEGE
R. Brandard A Sea Fight
R. Brandard The Reverie
D. M'CLISE, A. R. A. H. Cooke. View of Margate.
A. G. VICKERS
R. Brundard The Intercepted Letter MRS. SEYFFORTH
E. Portbury The Mother
A.E. CHALON, R. A. C. Rolls Lake of Como.
C.STANFIRLD, R. A. Grundy
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THE BACHELOR'S HOUSE:
AN INTERLUDE IN ONE ACT.
BY LADY DACRE.
WRITTEN FOR PRIVATE THEATRICALS AND FOR PARTICULAR PERSONS.
SiR GEOFFREY, an old Bachelor.
SIR GEOFFREY and HENRY.
Sir. G. Well, well, I have heard enough of your campaigns and your travels, Harry, I want some little account of yourself. I must tell you, a report reached me at your outset—from Paris—hey?
Henry. A thousand reports may have reached you, uncle.
Sir G. You know what I allude you—a pretty blue-eyed Opera Dancer.
Henry. Oh! little Stephanie! I ran a man through the body for her.
Sir G. Through the body, Harry? Odds, my life, and
you hanged for it, you dog?
Sir G. Bust! the devil! the seat of the heart-the lungs-every thing most vital! How could he survive? The surgeon was sent for instantly, I presume.
Henry. No—but the tailor was.
Henry. Why, Mons. Alcide affected to be a modern Hercules. Nature had done but half her work; she had given the length requisite, but not the breadth, and in those pectoral muscles, provided by the tailor, I plunged my vengeful blade. Our seconds then interfered, we shook hands, and I relinquished Stephanie to him next day.
Sir G. That was strange, after fighting for her.
Henry. Not at all. I fancied at first there was something in her air—but no—I found I was mistaken ; besides, I danced that very evening with a girl who had really some slight resemblance to—to—at least I thought so for a few days. (sighs.)
Sir G. Resemblance ! some slight resemblance,” to whom?
Henry. Oh!—no matter-A girl—I knew before I left England—but-but-in short, I have forgotten all about
Sir G. Oh! a first love! A school-boy fancy. Hey! So you have left your heart with this slight resemblance ?