The Wits and Beaux of Society - Volume 2 by Philip Wharton;Grace Wharton
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page 238 of 304 (78%)
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'The Union Club is quite superb; its best apartment daily is, The lounge of lawyers, doctors, merchants, beaux, _cum multis aliis_. * * * * * 'The Travellers are in Pall Mall, and smoke cigars so cosily, And dream they climb the highest Alps, or rove the plains of Moselai. * * * * * 'These are the stages which all men propose to play their parts upon, For _clubs_ are what the Londoners have clearly set their _hearts_ upon. Bow, wow, wow, tiddy-iddy-iddy-iddy, bow, wow, wow, &c. This is one of the harmless ballads of 'Bull.' Some of the political ones are scarcely fit to print in the present day. We cannot wonder that ladies of a certain position gave out that they would not receive any one who took in this paper. It was scurrilous to the last degree, and Theodore Hook was the soul of it. He preserved his incognito so well, that in spite of all attempts to unearth him, it was many years before he could be certainly fixed upon as a writer in its columns. He even went to the length of writing letters and articles against himself, in order to disarm suspicion. Hook now lived and thrived purely on literature. He published many novels--gone where the bad novels go, and unread in the present day, unless in some remote country town, which boasts only a very meagre circulating library. Improbability took the place of natural painting in |
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