018
The playful children let loose from school.
The playful children let loose from school.
Oliver Goldsmith
This was,
which couple should be married first; my son’s bride warmly insisted,
that Lady Thornhill, (that was to be) should take the lead; but this the
other refused with equal ardour, protesting she would not be guilty of
such rudeness for the world. The argument was supported for some time
between both with equal obstinacy and good breeding. But as I stood all
this time with my book ready, I was at last quite tired of the contest,
and shutting it, ‘I perceive,’ cried I, ‘that none of you have a mind
to be married, and I think we had as good go back again; for I suppose
there will be no business done here to-day. ’--This at once reduced them
to reason. The Baronet and his Lady were first married, and then my son
and his lovely partner.
I had previously that morning given orders that a coach should be sent
for my honest neighbour Flamborough and his family, by which means,
upon our return to the inn, we had the pleasure of finding the two
Miss Flamboroughs alighted before us. Mr Jenkinson gave his hand to the
eldest, and my son Moses led up the other; (and I have since found that
he has taken a real liking to the girl, and my consent and bounty he
shall have whenever he thinks proper to demand them. ) We were no sooner
returned to the inn, but numbers of my parishioners, hearing of my
success, came to congratulate me, but among the rest were those who rose
to rescue me, and whom I formerly rebuked with such sharpness. I told
the story to Sir William, my son-in-law, who went out and reprove them
with great severity; but finding them quite disheartened by his harsh
reproof, he gave them half a guinea a piece to drink his health and
raise their dejected spirits.
Soon after this we were called to a very genteel entertainment, which
was drest by Mr Thornhill’s cook. And it may not be improper to observe
with respect to that gentleman, that he now resides in quality of
companion at a relation’s house, being very well liked and seldom
sitting at the side-table, except when there is no room at the other;
for they make no stranger of him. His time is pretty much taken up in
keeping his relation, who is a little melancholy, in spirits, and in
learning to blow the French-horn. My eldest daughter, however, still
remembers him with regret; and she has even told me, though I make a
great secret of it, that when he reforms she may be brought to relent.
But to return, for I am not apt to digress thus, when we were to sit
down to dinner our ceremonies were going to be renewed. The question was
whether my eldest daughter, as being a matron, should not sit above the
two young brides, but the debate was cut short by my son George, who
proposed, that the company should sit indiscriminately, every gentleman
by his lady. This was received with great approbation by all, excepting
my wife, who I could perceive was not perfectly satisfied, as she
expected to have had the pleasure of sitting at the head of the table
and carving all the meat for all the company. But notwithstanding this,
it is impossible to describe our good humour. I can’t say whether we
had more wit amongst us now than usual; but I am certain we had more
laughing, which answered the end as well. One jest I particularly
remember, old Mr Wilmot drinking to Moses, whose head was turned another
way, my son replied, ‘Madam, I thank you. ’ Upon which the old gentleman,
winking upon the rest of the company, observed that he was thinking of
his mistress. At which jest I thought the two miss Flamboroughs would
have died with laughing. As soon as dinner was over, according to my
old custom, I requested that the table might be taken away, to have
the pleasure of seeing all my family assembled once more by a chearful
fireside. My two little ones sat upon each knee, the rest of the company
by their partners. I had nothing now on this side of the grave to wish
for, all my cares were over, my pleasure was unspeakable. It now only
remained that my gratitude in good fortune should exceed my former
submission in adversity.
The MAD DOG
ONE OF R. CALDECOTT'S PICTURE BOOKS
Frederick Warne and Co. Ltd.
[Illustration]
An ELEGY
on the DEATH of
a MAD DOG.
WRITTEN
By
Dr GOLDSMITH
PICTURED
By
R. CALDECOTT
SUNG
By
Master BILL PRIMROSE
[Illustration]
Good people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song;
And if you find it wondrous short,
It cannot hold you long.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
In Islington there lived a man,
Of whom the world might say,
That still a godly race he ran,
Whene'er he went to pray.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he clad,
When he put on his clothes
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
And in that town a dog was found:
As many dogs there be--
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,
And curs of low degree.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
This dog and man at first were friends;
But, when a pique began,
The dog, to gain some private ends,
Went mad, and bit the man.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
Around from all the neighbouring streets
The wondering neighbours ran;
And swore the dog had lost his wits,
To bite so good a man.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
The wound it seem'd both sore and sad
To every christian eye;
And while they swore the dog was mad,
They swore the man would die
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
But soon a wonder came to light,
That show'd the rogues they lied--
The man recover'd of the bite;
The dog it was that died.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
Randolph Caldecott's
Picture Books
"The humour of Randolph Caldecott's drawings is simply irresistible, no
healthy-minded man, woman, or child could look at them without laughing. "
_In square crown 4to, picture covers, with numerous coloured plates. _
1 John Gilpin
2 The House that Jack Built
3 The Babes in the Wood
4 The Mad Dog
5 Three Jovial Huntsmen
6 Sing a Song for Sixpence
7 The Queen of Hearts
8 The Farmer's Boy
9 The Milkmaid
10 Hey-Diddle-Diddle and Baby Bunting
11 A Frog He Would a-Wooing Go
12 The Fox Jumps over the Parson's Gate
13 Come Lasses and Lads
14 Ride a Cock Horse to Banbury
Cross, &c.
15 Mrs. Mary Blaize
16 The Great Panjandrum Himself
_The above selections are also issued in Four Volumes, square crown 4to,
attractive binding. Each containing four different books, with their
Coloured Pictures and innumerable Outline Sketches. _
1 R. Caldecott's Picture Book No. 1
2 R. Caldecott's Picture Book No. 2
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4 The Panjandrum Picture Book
RANDOLPH CALDECOTT'S
Collection of Pictures and Songs No. 1 containing the first 8 books
listed above with their Colour Pictures and numerous Outline
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Collection of Pictures and Songs No. 2 containing the second 8
books listed above with their Colour Pictures and numerous Outline
Sketches
Frederick Warne & Co. Ltd.
LONDON & NEW YORK.
_The Published Prices of the above Picture Books can be obtained of all
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ENGRAVED AND PRINTED BY EDMUND EVANS, LTD. , 154 CLERKENWELL ROAD, LONDON,
E. C. 1.
PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN.
THE DESERTED VILLAGE
By Oliver Goldsmith
Illustrated by the Etching Club
New York: D. Appleton And Co. Broadway
MDCCCLVII
[Illustration: 0001]
[Illustration: 0008]
The Illustrations in this Volume are copied, with permission,
from a series of Etchings published some years since by the
"Etching Club. " Only a few impressions of that work were
printed, the copper-plates were destroyed, and the book, except
in a very expensive form, has long been unattainable. Great
care has been taken to render the present Wood-blocks as like
the original Etchings as the different methods of engraving will
allow.
ILLUSTRATIONS
Page
Sweet Auburn! loveliest milage of the plain. . . T. Creswick, R. A. . . . 007
The never-failing brook, the busy mill. . . . . . . . T. Creswick, R. A. . . . 008
The hawthorn bush, with seals in shade. . . . . . . . C. W. Cope, R. A. . . . . 009
The matron's glance that would reprove. . . . . . . . H. J. Townsend. . . . . . 010
The hollow sounding bittern guards its nest. . . F. Tayler. . . . . . . . . . . 012
These, far departing, seek a kinder shore. . . . . C. Stonhouse. . . . . . . . 014
Amidst the swains show my book-learn'd skill. . J. C. Horsley. . . . . . . 015
And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue. . F. Tayler. . . . . . . . . . . 016
To spurn imploring famine from the gale. . . . . . . C. W. Cope, R. A. . . . . 017
While resignation gently slopes the way. . . . . . . T. Creswick, R. A. . . .
018
The playful children let loose from school. . . . T. Webster, R. A. . . . . 019
All but yon widow'd solitary thing. . . . . . . . . . . . F. Tayler. . . . . . . . . . . 020
The village preacher's modest mansion rose. . . . T. Creswick, R. A. . . . 021
He chid their wanderings; relieved pain. . . . . . . C. W. Cope, R. A. . . . . 022
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd fields won. . C. W. Cope, R. A. . . . . 023
Beside the bed where parting life was laid. . . . R. Redgrave, R. A. . . . 025
And pluck'd his gown, share the man's smile. . . J. C. Horsley. . . . . . . 026
The village master taught his little school. . . T. Webster, R. A. . . . . 027
Full well they laugh'd with glee. . . . . . . . . . . . . . T. Webster, R. A. . . . . 028
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd. . . T. Webster, R. A. . . . . 028
In arguing too the parson own'd his skill. . . . . C. W. Cope, R. A. . . . . 029
Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head high. . . T. Creswick, R. A. . . . 030
Where village statesmen with looks profound. . . F. Tayler. . . . . . . . . . . 031
But the long pomp, the midnight masquerade. . . . J. C. Horsley. . . . . . . 033
Proud swells the tide with loads of ore. . . . . . . T. Creswick, R. A. . . . 034
If to some common's fenceless limit stray'd. . . C. Stonhouse.
which couple should be married first; my son’s bride warmly insisted,
that Lady Thornhill, (that was to be) should take the lead; but this the
other refused with equal ardour, protesting she would not be guilty of
such rudeness for the world. The argument was supported for some time
between both with equal obstinacy and good breeding. But as I stood all
this time with my book ready, I was at last quite tired of the contest,
and shutting it, ‘I perceive,’ cried I, ‘that none of you have a mind
to be married, and I think we had as good go back again; for I suppose
there will be no business done here to-day. ’--This at once reduced them
to reason. The Baronet and his Lady were first married, and then my son
and his lovely partner.
I had previously that morning given orders that a coach should be sent
for my honest neighbour Flamborough and his family, by which means,
upon our return to the inn, we had the pleasure of finding the two
Miss Flamboroughs alighted before us. Mr Jenkinson gave his hand to the
eldest, and my son Moses led up the other; (and I have since found that
he has taken a real liking to the girl, and my consent and bounty he
shall have whenever he thinks proper to demand them. ) We were no sooner
returned to the inn, but numbers of my parishioners, hearing of my
success, came to congratulate me, but among the rest were those who rose
to rescue me, and whom I formerly rebuked with such sharpness. I told
the story to Sir William, my son-in-law, who went out and reprove them
with great severity; but finding them quite disheartened by his harsh
reproof, he gave them half a guinea a piece to drink his health and
raise their dejected spirits.
Soon after this we were called to a very genteel entertainment, which
was drest by Mr Thornhill’s cook. And it may not be improper to observe
with respect to that gentleman, that he now resides in quality of
companion at a relation’s house, being very well liked and seldom
sitting at the side-table, except when there is no room at the other;
for they make no stranger of him. His time is pretty much taken up in
keeping his relation, who is a little melancholy, in spirits, and in
learning to blow the French-horn. My eldest daughter, however, still
remembers him with regret; and she has even told me, though I make a
great secret of it, that when he reforms she may be brought to relent.
But to return, for I am not apt to digress thus, when we were to sit
down to dinner our ceremonies were going to be renewed. The question was
whether my eldest daughter, as being a matron, should not sit above the
two young brides, but the debate was cut short by my son George, who
proposed, that the company should sit indiscriminately, every gentleman
by his lady. This was received with great approbation by all, excepting
my wife, who I could perceive was not perfectly satisfied, as she
expected to have had the pleasure of sitting at the head of the table
and carving all the meat for all the company. But notwithstanding this,
it is impossible to describe our good humour. I can’t say whether we
had more wit amongst us now than usual; but I am certain we had more
laughing, which answered the end as well. One jest I particularly
remember, old Mr Wilmot drinking to Moses, whose head was turned another
way, my son replied, ‘Madam, I thank you. ’ Upon which the old gentleman,
winking upon the rest of the company, observed that he was thinking of
his mistress. At which jest I thought the two miss Flamboroughs would
have died with laughing. As soon as dinner was over, according to my
old custom, I requested that the table might be taken away, to have
the pleasure of seeing all my family assembled once more by a chearful
fireside. My two little ones sat upon each knee, the rest of the company
by their partners. I had nothing now on this side of the grave to wish
for, all my cares were over, my pleasure was unspeakable. It now only
remained that my gratitude in good fortune should exceed my former
submission in adversity.
The MAD DOG
ONE OF R. CALDECOTT'S PICTURE BOOKS
Frederick Warne and Co. Ltd.
[Illustration]
An ELEGY
on the DEATH of
a MAD DOG.
WRITTEN
By
Dr GOLDSMITH
PICTURED
By
R. CALDECOTT
SUNG
By
Master BILL PRIMROSE
[Illustration]
Good people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song;
And if you find it wondrous short,
It cannot hold you long.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
In Islington there lived a man,
Of whom the world might say,
That still a godly race he ran,
Whene'er he went to pray.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he clad,
When he put on his clothes
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
And in that town a dog was found:
As many dogs there be--
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,
And curs of low degree.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
This dog and man at first were friends;
But, when a pique began,
The dog, to gain some private ends,
Went mad, and bit the man.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
Around from all the neighbouring streets
The wondering neighbours ran;
And swore the dog had lost his wits,
To bite so good a man.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
The wound it seem'd both sore and sad
To every christian eye;
And while they swore the dog was mad,
They swore the man would die
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
But soon a wonder came to light,
That show'd the rogues they lied--
The man recover'd of the bite;
The dog it was that died.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
Randolph Caldecott's
Picture Books
"The humour of Randolph Caldecott's drawings is simply irresistible, no
healthy-minded man, woman, or child could look at them without laughing. "
_In square crown 4to, picture covers, with numerous coloured plates. _
1 John Gilpin
2 The House that Jack Built
3 The Babes in the Wood
4 The Mad Dog
5 Three Jovial Huntsmen
6 Sing a Song for Sixpence
7 The Queen of Hearts
8 The Farmer's Boy
9 The Milkmaid
10 Hey-Diddle-Diddle and Baby Bunting
11 A Frog He Would a-Wooing Go
12 The Fox Jumps over the Parson's Gate
13 Come Lasses and Lads
14 Ride a Cock Horse to Banbury
Cross, &c.
15 Mrs. Mary Blaize
16 The Great Panjandrum Himself
_The above selections are also issued in Four Volumes, square crown 4to,
attractive binding. Each containing four different books, with their
Coloured Pictures and innumerable Outline Sketches. _
1 R. Caldecott's Picture Book No. 1
2 R. Caldecott's Picture Book No. 2
3 Hey-Diddle-Diddle-Picture Book
4 The Panjandrum Picture Book
RANDOLPH CALDECOTT'S
Collection of Pictures and Songs No. 1 containing the first 8 books
listed above with their Colour Pictures and numerous Outline
Sketches
RANDOLPH CALDECOTT'S
Collection of Pictures and Songs No. 2 containing the second 8
books listed above with their Colour Pictures and numerous Outline
Sketches
Frederick Warne & Co. Ltd.
LONDON & NEW YORK.
_The Published Prices of the above Picture Books can be obtained of all
Booksellers or from the illustrated Catalogue of the Publishers. _
ENGRAVED AND PRINTED BY EDMUND EVANS, LTD. , 154 CLERKENWELL ROAD, LONDON,
E. C. 1.
PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN.
THE DESERTED VILLAGE
By Oliver Goldsmith
Illustrated by the Etching Club
New York: D. Appleton And Co. Broadway
MDCCCLVII
[Illustration: 0001]
[Illustration: 0008]
The Illustrations in this Volume are copied, with permission,
from a series of Etchings published some years since by the
"Etching Club. " Only a few impressions of that work were
printed, the copper-plates were destroyed, and the book, except
in a very expensive form, has long been unattainable. Great
care has been taken to render the present Wood-blocks as like
the original Etchings as the different methods of engraving will
allow.
ILLUSTRATIONS
Page
Sweet Auburn! loveliest milage of the plain. . . T. Creswick, R. A. . . . 007
The never-failing brook, the busy mill. . . . . . . . T. Creswick, R. A. . . . 008
The hawthorn bush, with seals in shade. . . . . . . . C. W. Cope, R. A. . . . . 009
The matron's glance that would reprove. . . . . . . . H. J. Townsend. . . . . . 010
The hollow sounding bittern guards its nest. . . F. Tayler. . . . . . . . . . . 012
These, far departing, seek a kinder shore. . . . . C. Stonhouse. . . . . . . . 014
Amidst the swains show my book-learn'd skill. . J. C. Horsley. . . . . . . 015
And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue. . F. Tayler. . . . . . . . . . . 016
To spurn imploring famine from the gale. . . . . . . C. W. Cope, R. A. . . . . 017
While resignation gently slopes the way. . . . . . . T. Creswick, R. A. . . .
018
The playful children let loose from school. . . . T. Webster, R. A. . . . . 019
All but yon widow'd solitary thing. . . . . . . . . . . . F. Tayler. . . . . . . . . . . 020
The village preacher's modest mansion rose. . . . T. Creswick, R. A. . . . 021
He chid their wanderings; relieved pain. . . . . . . C. W. Cope, R. A. . . . . 022
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd fields won. . C. W. Cope, R. A. . . . . 023
Beside the bed where parting life was laid. . . . R. Redgrave, R. A. . . . 025
And pluck'd his gown, share the man's smile. . . J. C. Horsley. . . . . . . 026
The village master taught his little school. . . T. Webster, R. A. . . . . 027
Full well they laugh'd with glee. . . . . . . . . . . . . . T. Webster, R. A. . . . . 028
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd. . . T. Webster, R. A. . . . . 028
In arguing too the parson own'd his skill. . . . . C. W. Cope, R. A. . . . . 029
Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head high. . . T. Creswick, R. A. . . . 030
Where village statesmen with looks profound. . . F. Tayler. . . . . . . . . . . 031
But the long pomp, the midnight masquerade. . . . J. C. Horsley. . . . . . . 033
Proud swells the tide with loads of ore. . . . . . . T. Creswick, R. A. . . . 034
If to some common's fenceless limit stray'd. . . C. Stonhouse.
