Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Vol. 60, No. 373, November 1846Various
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Vol. 60, No. 373, November 1846
Various
England -- Periodicals; Scotland -- Periodicals
caught hold of the little pink string by the end, and gave it such a
pull, that the worsted ball rolled off the girl's knee and fell upon the
head of Huggs, who made believe to think that it was a rat, and got up
and jumped after it, and the kitten ran too, and gave another mew, as
much as to say, that the worsted was its own finding out, and that Huggs
shouldn't have it at all. All this wasn't done without noise; so the
tall girl looked round, and seeing her worsted ball roll away, and Huggs
and the kitten after it, she said in a slightly foreign accent,
"'Worrit that Huggs!'
"All this while there was sitting at the other side of the fire, a young
girl, a great deal younger than the other; in fact, a little, very
little child, who was sucking a dried damson in her mouth, and looked as
if she would have liked to have swallowed it, but didn't do it, for fear
of the stone. Now Huggs was the particular pet of the little girl, who
wouldn't have her abused on any account, and she said,
"''Twor'n't Huggs, aunt Strelly, 'twore the kitten!'
" 'Eliza Puddifoot!' replied the other, in a somewhat raucous and
melo-dramatic tone--'Eliza Puddifoot! I is perticklarly surprised, I is,
that you comes for to offer to contradick me. I knows better what's what
than you, and all I says is, that there 'ere Huggs goes packing out of
the windor!'
"The child--she was a very little one--burst into a flood of tears."
Now, that is what I call fine writing, and no mistake. There is a
breadth--a depth--a sort of _chiaroscuro_, about the picture which
betrays the hand of a master, and shows how deeply you have studied in a
school which has no equal in modern, and never had a parallel in former
times.
Almost equal to this is your sketch of the soirée at Mr Grindlejerkin's,
which is written with a close observance of character, and, at the same
time, an ease and playfulness which cannot fail of attracting a large
share of the popular regard. Your hero, Mr Spavinhitch, has
distinguished himself so much by throwing a somerset through a blazing
hoop, that at last he receives the honour of an invitation to the
hospitalities of the Master of the Ring.
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