The Ingoldsby Legends; or, Mirth and MarvelsIngoldsby, Thomas
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The Ingoldsby Legends; or, Mirth and Marvels
Ingoldsby, Thomas
English fiction -- 19th century; English poetry -- 19th century; English wit and humor; Humorous poetry, English
"'The apartment itself had something strange in its appearance; and,
in the character of its furniture and appurtenances, bore little
or no resemblance to any I had ever seen before. The fireplace was
large and wide, with a pair of what are sometimes called andirons,
betokening that wood was the principal, if not the only fuel consumed
within its recess; a fierce fire was now blazing in it, the light
from which rendered visible the remotest parts of the chamber. Over
a lofty old-fashioned mantelpiece, carved heavily in imitation of
fruits and flowers, hung the half-length portrait of a gentleman in a
dark-coloured foreign habit, with a peaked beard and mustaches, one
hand resting upon a table, the other supporting a sort of a baton, or
short military staff, the summit of which was surmounted by a silver
falcon. Several antique chairs, similar in appearance to those already
mentioned, surrounded a massive oaken table, the length of which much
exceeded its width. At the lower end of this piece of furniture stood
the chair I occupied; on the upper, was placed a small chafing-dish
filled with burning coals, and darting forth occasionally long flashes
of various-coloured fire, the brilliance of which made itself visible,
even above the strong illumination emitted from the chimney. Two huge,
black, japanned cabinets, with clawed feet, reflecting from their
polished surfaces the effulgence of the flame, were placed one on
each side the casement-window to which I have alluded, and with a few
shelves loaded with books, many of which were also strewed in disorder
on the floor, completed the list of the furniture in the apartment.
Some strange-looking instruments, of unknown form and purpose, lay
on the table near the chafing-dish, on the other side of which a
miniature portrait of myself hung, reflected by a small oval mirror in
a dark-coloured frame, while a large open volume, traced with strange
characters of the colour of blood, lay in front; a goblet, containing a
few drops of liquid of the same ensanguined hue, was by its side.
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