Tylney Hall


Tylney Hall



the degrading comparison does her gross injustice.

If in face and figure you are too blind to discover

the united charms of a Rosalind, an Imogen, or

a Laura, at least in the excellence of her mind,

and the virtues of her heart, you ought, if not lost

to feeling, to sensibility—

" Aye, there you are on your hind legs, in

a moment;" interrupted Ringwood, "but did I

get vicious and rear up, and lash out, when you

degraded Miss Twigg into Mad Moll, and Moll

Flanders, and Judy, and the devil knows what

besides ? But hark ye, Raby ; fair play's a jewel.

Every body has a right to their own taste. You

have yours and I have mine. Andl'll|lay odds

the young ladies differ in their tastes as much as

we do. The copies of verses that Miss Rivers

is so fond of humming and strumming. Miss Twigg,

maybe, would turn into curl-papers."

" I should never feel surprised," said Raby,

sharply, " at any act of Vandalism from Miss

Twigg ; if she were even to tear leaves out of

Spenser to put her hair in, and to try the heat of

her tongs on the pages of Milton."

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