The poor gentleman, a comedy

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Pàgina 32 - Sir R. And yet I could never teach you a syllogism. — Now, mind : when a poor man assents to what a rich man says, I suspect he means to flatter him. Now I am rich, and hate flattery ; ergo, when a poor man subscribes to my opinion, I hate him.
Pàgina 30 - Nor I, neither: — except that tea shakes the nervous system to shatters. But, to the point ; the Baronet's my bosom friend — Having heard you were here, " Ollapod," says he, squeezing my hand in his own, which had strong symptoms of fever, " Ollapod," says he, " you are a military man, and may be trusted.'' — " I'ma Cornet," says I,
Pàgina 34 - Oh, my dear uncle, you don't know the effect of a fine spring morning upon a fellow just arrived from Russia. The day looked bright, trees budding, birds singing, the park was so gay that I took a leap out of your old balcony, made your deer fly before me like the wind, and chased them all around the park to get an appetite for breakfast, while you were snoring in bed, uncle.
Pàgina 37 - Fred. I can't tell till I encounter him ; and then, uncle, when I have an old gentleman by the hand, who...
Pàgina 29 - Yes, madam : Cornet Ollapod, at the gilt Galen's Head— of the volunteer association corps of cavalry ; as ready for the foe as a customer — always willing to charge them both. Do you take, good madam ? do you take ? Luc.
Pàgina 16 - He then talked of the corps itself ; said it was sickly; and if a professional person would administer to the health of the association — dose the men, and drench the horse — he could, perhaps, procure him a cornetcy.
Pàgina 44 - ... stretch out a hand, to extricate him. Worth. That may hold in the courtesies of life; but I do not admit it as an argument in essentials. Fred. Then, I wish my uncle were here, with all my heart, sir; he'd argue this point with you, or any other, to all eternity. Worth. I want no arguments upon points of honour. Honour, the offspring of honesty, dictates for itself. Fred. Sir, I respect it, for its parent's sake; tho' the child is a little maddish: for honour is, sometimes, cutting throats, where...
Pàgina 59 - WORTH. Familiar with scenes of want, habit hardens your heart, till the very face becomes an index of the mind, and callous inhumanity scowls in every lineament of the hard-featured bailiff.
Pàgina 33 - Now, that's damn'd impudent! But there's no flattery in it; and it keeps up the independence of argument. His father, my brother, Job, is of as tame a spirit! Humphrey, you remember my brother Job ? Dob.
Pàgina 14 - I shall obey you, Sir Charles ; but 'tis with a heavy heart. Forgive an old servant of the family, if he grieves to see you forget some of the duties for which society has a claim upon you. SIR C.

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