The history of Henry Earl of Moreland / [Ed. by J.W].

  • Henry Brooke
Date:
[1813]
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Credit: The history of Henry Earl of Moreland / [Ed. by J.W]. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    and kiss me, my dear, said my lady^ whereon Harry advanced with a slow caution, and held up his little mouth to receive her salute. He was then kissed by his father, his brother, and the little masters, and all things promised future amity. A number of glittering toys were then presented to Harry on all sides; he received them indeed, in good part, but laid them all aside again as things of whose use he was not yet w ise enough to be ap- prehensive. My lady piqued thereat, told the earl that she resolved once more to prove the wdts of the youngster; and wdiispering to Dicky, he immediately went out and took w ith him his companions. Soon after Dick returns without his shoes, but with a pitiful face, and cries. Brother Harry, I want a pair of shoes sadly, wall you give me yours t Yes, I wall, said Harry; and instantly strips and presents them to him. Then entered another boy, and demanded his stockings in the like petitioning manner; another begged his hat, another liis coat, another his waistcoat, all of wdiich he bestowed wdthout hesitation; but when the last boy came in and petitioned for his shirt. No, I will not, said Harry, a little moody; 1 w ant a shirt myself. My lady then exclaim- ed, Upon my conscience there is but the thickness of a bit of linen between this child and a downright fool. But my lord rose up, took Harry in his arms, and having tenderly embraced him, Gicd bless thee, my boy, he cried; and make thee an honour to Old England. Dinner soon after w^as ordered up, and Harry permitted his nurse to retire to the kitchen during the interval; as he and all the masters were then on terms of amity. My lady placed Harry next herself at table; but no peer ever paid such a price at Pontac’s as our distressed hero did that day for his ordinary: for he must sit up just so, and hold his knife and fork just so, and cut his meat, and open his mouth, and swallow^ his victuals just so, and so, and so. And then, between every two words, there was to be so many my lords and my ladies, and I thank you sir, and I thank you madam, and master this, and master that, that poor Harry, no longer able to contain himself, cried, I wish I was with my mammy in the kitchen. After dinner, the children w ere set to questions and commands; but here our hero was beaten hollow, as he was afteiavard at draw- glove and shuffle the slipper. Tliey next played at hot-cockles, and Harry, being first down, had his left hand well warmed for near a quarter of an hour, till, more by good luck than any good policy, he hxed upon a delicate little gentleman, the son and heir of lord and
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