...stature equal at least to any artists this country ever possessed; and the other — I mean Nollekins — was deficient neither in skill nor talent. For the...this was seen and unresented by the mild sculptor. His remarks on Flaxman's Lectures are admirable. There is a bold and striking eloquence in the following...

...the donor, Mr. Perkins, was coming to the scratch ! The elder or rather old man with the white hair, was standing with his back to the fire, and his hands behind his back, occasionally addressing some short sentence to Miss James, in a brief tone, and deeidedly Irish accent,...

...if there had been no such thing as falling rain, or wet juniper, or prickly brambles in the world. He was standing with his back to the fire, and his hands in the pockets of his shootingjacket, watching the preparations for a late supper, and singing, at...

...stately ceremoniousness of his peers by sauntering into the council board with his dogs at his heels, or standing with his back to the fire and his hands behind his back, when he should have been composed on his throne in the presence of the assembled House of Lords. "A...

...conferences, never suffered himself to be drawn into social chat. He went directly about the work in hand. He was standing, with his back to the fire, and his hands behind him, regarding her with a serious expression of countenance. " What is your hereditary faith ? " he...

..." An air-gun," he said. " They wish to make no noise." I put your mother aside, and looked at him. He was standing with his back to the fire and his hands clasped behind him ; and I knew, by the black look on his face, that passion was boiling within. I...

...myself. "An air-gun," he said. "They wish to make no noise." I put your mother aside, and looked at him. He was standing with his back to the fire and his hands clasped behind him ; and I knew, by the black look on his face, that passion was boiling within. I...

...myself. " An air-gun," he said. " They wish to make no noise." I put Clara aside and looked at him. He was standing with his back to the fire and his hands clasped behind him ; and I knew by the black look on his face, that passion was boiling within. I had...

...myself. " An air-gun," he said. " They wish to make no noise." I put Clara aside and looked at him. He was standing with his back to the fire and his hands clasped behind him ; and I knew by the black look on his face, that passion was boiling within. I had...

...myself. " An air-gun," he said. " They wish to make no noise." I put Clara aside, and looked at him. He was standing with his back to the fire and his hands clasped behind him ; and I knew by the black look on his face, that passion was boiling within. I had...