THE PRAISE OF CHIMNEY-SWEEPERS

类别:文学名著 作者:查尔斯·兰姆 本章:THE PRAISE OF CHIMNEY-SWEEPERS

    I like to meet a sand me -- not a groractive -- but one of tender novices, blooming t nigritude, ternal e effaced from t earlier, tle professional notes sounding like to tin lark ss not seldom anticipating the sun-rise?

    I os -- innocent blacknesses -

    I reverence t clergy imps,  assumption; and from ttle pulpits (tops of cience to mankind.

    a mysterious pleasure it o ness tion! to see a c no bigger ter, one kne by o o pursue ion, as  sounding on tifling caverns, o s quot;no for ever! quot; -- to revive at  of discovered day-lig) running out of doors, to come just in time to see ty, t victorious like some flag adel! I seem to remember old, t a bad s in a stack o indicate acle certainly; not mucage direction in Macbet;Apparition of a cree in ;

    Reader, if test one of try in t is good to give  is better to give  be starving o troubles of ion, a pair of kibed ) be superadded, ty o a tester.

    tion, tood to be t  sassafras. to a kind of tea, and tempered o some tastes a delicacy beyond t e may relis; for myself, o time out of mind kept open a s;-street, as t Bridge-street -- t adventured to dip my oicular lip in a basin of  -- a cautious premonition to tories constantly  my stomac infallibly, esy, decline it. Yet I es, ot uninstructed in dietetical elegances, sup it up y.

    I kno by icular conformation of t  I  tion is surprisingly gratifying to te of a young cicles (sassafras is sligtenuate and soften tions, ions) to ado titioners or  soo mucter  of tims, caused to gro of t lenitive but so it is, t no possible taste or odour to te excitement comparable to ture. Being penniless, t eam, to gratify one sense if possible, seemingly no less pleased tic animals -- cats -- we.

    No Mr. Read boastet  reason, t   knoo t one  -- rious imitators, o omers, at t dead time of tremes meet) t cups, and tisan leaving o resume ture labours of tle, not unfrequently to t disconcerting of t. It is time  yet relumined kitcropolis give fort satisfactory odours. to dissipate  vapours in more grateful coffee, curses t tisan stops to taste, and blesses t breakfast.

    t of transports o Covent-gardens famed piazzas -- t, and, ooo often t ter,  over teful steam, regale uous basin (it  t te bread and butter (an added ions from talities, curl up a ligo t never taint tly reet to street, of te ttling engines from ten adjacent pariso disturb for a casual scintillation t!

    I am by nature extremely susceptible of street affronts; taunts of triumprip, or splasocking, of a gentleman. Yet can I endure ty of a young s er but one, pacing along Comed precipitation reac me upon my back in an instant. I scrambled up  outrying to face it dos encountered me. tood, pointing me out o to a poor ill tears for teness of t it)  at t- inflamed, yet tc of desolation, t   o Finc tood, as ands in ture, irremovable, as if t o last for ever -- ely no malice in it -- t I could ent, if tleman mig, to t and ill midnight.

    I am by te to tiveness of  of teet pardon me) is a casket, presumably , metake leave to quot;air quot; tleman,  must I confess, t from true so ostentation) of te and sions, strikes me as an agreeable anomaly in manners, and an allo is, as when

    A sable cloud

    turns fort.

    It is like some remnant of gentry not quite extinct; a badge of better days; a  of nobility -- and, doubtless, under t of t, oftentimes lurketle conditions, derived from lost ancestry, and a lapsed pedigree. ture apprenticements of tender victims give but too muc, I fear, to clandestine, and almost infantile abductions; ty and true courtesy, so often discernible in ts (not oto be accounted for) plainly  at some forced adoptions; many noble Racenance t; tales of fairy-spiriting may sable verity, and tagu be but a solitary instance of good fortune, out of many irreparable and ions.

    In one of tate-beds at Arundel castle, a fe seat of t of curiosity to visitors, cs beds, in ains of delicatest crimson, arry coronets iner ter all met noon-day, fast asleep, a lost ctle creature, ricacies of ture ed upon t cired edious explorations, o resist tement to repose, s very quietly, laid . like a young howard.

    Suc given to tors at tle. -- But I cannot o perceive a confirmation of  in tory. A inct  aken. Is it probable t a poor c description, ever ed, , to uncover ts of a Dukes bed, and deliberately to lay , presented an obvious coucill far above ension -- is t poure, ed ing to ture? Doubtless t  be)  amounting to full consciousness, of ion in infancy,  by  sucs as o o ing-place. -- By no otiment of a pre-existent state (as I may call it), can I explain a deed so venturous, and, indeed, any otem, so indecorous, in tender, but unseasonable sleeper.

    My pleasant friend Jem e amorply taking place, t in some sort to reverse tune in tituted an annual feast of c e as  and er. It . Barto ter-s tropolis, confining tation to tripling  in among us, and be good-naturedly ; but our main body ry. One unfortunate y, but by tokens ially discovered in time to be no c soot  of tion, as not ; but in general test  spot among t t so far distant as to be impervious to t vanity; but remote enoug to be obvious to terruption of every gaping spectator in it. ts assembled about seven. In ttle temporary parlours tables  so fine as substantial, and at every board a comely ess presided rils of ted at te, as er,  table; and myself, rusty companion Bigod, ordinarily ministered to tling, you may  at t table -- for Rocer in  days could not  ter some general expression of to clasp t of old dame Ursula (ttest of t stood frying and fretting, ;tleman,quot; and imprint upon e lips a tender salute,   up a s t tore teetartled t ness. O it o see tuous meat, uous sayings --  tit bits to tercept a morsel even in t quot;must to to be bro  fit for a gentlemans eatingquot; -- e bread, or t piece of kissing-crust, to a tender juvenile, advising to eet patrimony, eelly  t esting, if it  good, om; ion to oasts -- quot; t; -- t;Clot; -- , ing and flattering; -- and for a croiment, ; All ty ot ts, er, standing upon tables, and prefacing every sentiment ;Gentlemen, give me leave to propose so and so,quot; o tuffing into  did not do to be squeamise pieces of tily, and  part, you may believe, of tertainment.

    Golden lads and lasses must,

    As co dust -

    James e is extinct, and  least. s look for ered feast of St. Barted for ever.


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