Satanstoe; Or, the Littlepage Manuscripts. A Tale of the ColonyCooper, James Fenimore
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Satanstoe; Or, the Littlepage Manuscripts. A Tale of the Colony
Cooper, James Fenimore
Antirent War, N.Y., 1839-1846 -- Fiction
But the happy period of every dinner-party, is after the cloth is removed.
With the dark polished mahogany for a back-ground, the sparkling decanters
making their rounds, the fruit and cake baskets, the very scene seems to
inspire one with a wish for gaiety. Herman Mordaunt called for toasts, as
soon as the cloth disappeared, with a view I believe of putting everybody
at ease, and to render the conversation more general. He was desired to set
the example, and immediately gave “Miss Markham,” who, as I was told, was
a single lady of forty, with whom he had carried on a little flirtation.
Anneke's turn came next, and she chose to give a sentiment, notwithstanding
all Bulstrode's remonstrances, who insisted on a gentleman. He did not
succeed, however; Anneke very steadily gave “The Thespian corps of
the----h; may it prove as successful in the arts of peace, as in its
military character it has often proved itself to be in the art of war.”
Much applause followed this toast, and Harris was persuaded by Bulstrode
to stand up, and say a few words, for the credit of the regiment. Such a
speech!--It reminded me of the horse that was advertised as a show, in
London, about this time, and which was said 'to have its tail where its
head ought to be.' But, Bulstrode clapped his hands, and cried 'hear,'
at every other word, protesting that the regiment was honoured as much
in the thanks, as in the sentiment. Harris did not seem displeased with
his own effort, and, presuming on his rank, he drank, without being
called on, “to the fair of New York; eminent alike for beauty and wit,
may they only become as merciful as they are victorious.”
“Bravo!” again cried Bulstrode,--“Harris is fairly inspired, and is growing
better and better. Had he said imminent, instead of eminent, it would be
more accurate, as their frowns are as threatening, as their smiles are
bewitching.”
“Is that to pass for _your_ sentiment, Mr. Bulstrode, and are we to drink
it?” demanded Herman Mordaunt.
“By no means, sir; I have the honour to give Lady Dolly Merton.”
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