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Title: Pictures from English literature
Year: 1870 (1870s)
Authors: Waller, John Francis, 1810-1894 Horsley, John Callcott, 1817-1903 Yeames, William Frederick, 1835-1918 Barnard, Frederick, 1846-1896 Barnes, Robert, 1840-1895 Browne, Hablot Knight, 1815-1882 Du Maurier, George, 1834-1896 Faed, John, 1819-1902 Fildes, Luke, Sir, 1844-1927 Gilbert, John, Sir, 1817-1897 Green, Charles, 1840-1898 Lawson, Francis Wilfred, 1842-1935 Small, William, 1843-1929 Stone, Marcus, 1840-1921 Swain, Joseph, 1820-1909 Cobb, Thomas, fl.1863-1878 Wentworth, Frederick, fl. 1865-1894 Pannemaker, Stéphane, 1847-1930 Sulman, T., fl. 1855-1900 Dalziel Brothers Belle Sauvage Works (printer)
Subjects: English literature Authors, English Gift books
Publisher: London New York : Cassell, Petter and Galpin
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
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" But he was of a peaceful, placid nature — no jarring element in it — all was mixed up so
kindly within him. My Uncle Toby had scarce a heart to retaliate upon a fly. ' Go,' says
he, one day at dinner, to an over-grown one, which had buzzed about his nose and tormented
him cruelly all dinner-time ; and which, after infinite attempts, he had caught at last, as it
flew by him. 'I'll not hurt thee', says my Uncle Toby, rising from his chair and going across
the room with the fly in his hand, "'I'll not hurt a hair of thy head.' 'Go,' says he, lifting up
the sash, and opening his hand as he spoke to let it escape, 'go, poor devil! get thee gone !
Why should I hurt thee ? This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me.'"

The story of Le Fever is too well known to need repetition. In pathos
it is unsurpassable, and displays in the brightest colours the qualities of the
Christian gentleman and tender-hearted philanthropist. Nor shall we tell of
the love passages between the simple, candid soul and the intriguing Widow
Wadman. The scene has been already immortalised on the canvas of one
of our eminent modern British artists. Nor yet may we linger over the happy
madness of Toby and Trim, which leads the latter into all sorts of devices to
supply artillery for the sieges: how he metamorphosed the old jack-boots,
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The Shandies. 59

which Sir Roger Shandy had worn at the battle of Marston Moor, into
mortars ; or how he had cut off the ends of Uncle Toby's spouts, hacked and
chiselled the sides of his gutters, incited down his pewter shaving-basin, and
stolen the lead from the top of the church, to make battering cannons and
demi-culverins, to take the field with. Two traits of this most finished
portraiture we would commemorate before we close—modesty, as sensitive and
shrinking as that of a woman, which is inexpressibly beautiful in the soldier ;
and the frankness of a pure and simple nature—a frankness which was not
the effect of familiarity, but the cause—âwhich let you at once into his soul,
and showed you the goodness of his nature. To this there was something in
his looks and voice and manner superadded, which eternally beckoned to the
unfortunate to come and take shelter under him. How can we better take
leave of Trim and his master than in the words which Sterne puts into the
mouth of Tristram ?—

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