The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb — Volume 1: Miscellaneous ProseLamb, Charles
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The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb — Volume 1: Miscellaneous Prose
Lamb, Charles
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out with you at a fair foot gallop, which she keepeth up till you are
both well breathed, and then she reposeth for a few seconds. Then she is
up again, for a hundred paces or so, and again resteth--her movement, on
these sprightly occasions, being something between walking and flying.
Her great weight seemeth to propel her forward, ostrich-fashion. In this
kind of relieved marching I have traversed with her many scores of acres
on these well-wooded and well-watered domains. Her delight at Oxford is
in the public walks and gardens, where, when the weather is not too
oppressive, she passeth much of her valuable time. There is a bench at
Maudlin, or rather, situated between the frontiers of that and
* * * * * *'s college--some litigation latterly, about repairs, has
vested the property of it finally in * * * * * *'s--where at the hour of
noon she is ordinarily to be found sitting--so she calls it by
courtesy--but in fact, pressing and breaking of it down with her
enormous settlement; as both those Foundations, who, however, are
good-natured enough to wink at it, have found, I believe, to their cost.
Here she taketh the fresh air, principally at vacation times, when the
walks are freest from interruption of the younger fry of students. Here
she passeth her idle hours, not idly, but generally accompanied with a
book--blest if she can but intercept some resident Fellow (as usually
there are some of that brood left behind at these periods); or stray
Master of Arts (to most of them she is better known than their dinner
bell); with whom she may confer upon any curious topic of literature. I
have seen these shy gownsmen, who truly set but a very slight value upon
female conversation, cast a hawk's eye upon her from the length of
Maudlin grove, and warily glide off into another walk--true monks as
they are, and ungently neglecting the delicacies of her polished
converse, for their own perverse and uncommunicating solitariness!
Within doors her principal diversion is music, vocal and instrumental,
in both which she is no mean professor. Her voice is wonderfully fine;
but till I got used to it, I confess it staggered me. It is for all the
world like that of a piping bulfinch, while from her size and stature
you would expect notes to drown the deep organ. The shake, which most
fine singers reserve for the close or cadence, by some unaccountable
flexibility, or tremulousness of pipe, she carrieth quite through the
composition; so that her time, to a common air or ballad, keeps double
motion, like the earth--running the primary circuit of the tune, and
still revolving upon its own axis. The effect, as I said before, when
you are used to it, is as agreeable as it is altogether new and
surprising. The spacious apartment of her outward frame lodgeth a soul
in all respects disproportionate. Of more than mortal make, she evinceth
withal a trembling sensibility, a yielding infirmity of purpose, a quick
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