The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 12, No. 342, November 22, 1828 by Various
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page 27 of 51 (52%)
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A capital like London is a Maelstrom--an immense whirlpool--whose
gyrations sweep in whatever is peculiarly desirable from the most distant regions of the empire--so active becomes the love of gain when set in motion by the love of luxury. We recollect once being on shipboard to the north of Duncan's Bay Head, and out of sight of land, the nearest being the Feroe Islands:--we were walking the deck, watching a whale which was gamboling at some distance, throwing up his huge side to the sun, and sending ever and anon a sheet of water and foam from his nostrils. Our thoughts were on Hecla and on the icebergs of the Pole, on the Scalds of Iceland and the sea-kings of Norway, when a sail hove in sight: we asked what craft it was--and were answered, "a Gravesend brig dredging for lobsters." Never was enchantment so effectually broken--never stage-trick in pantomime more successfully played off. Scene changes from Feroe and Iceland to the Albion in Aldersgate-street--Exeunt Scald, champion, and whale--Enter common councilman, turbot, and lobster-sauce.--_Quarterly Rev._ * * * * * THE BEAUTIFUL. To be convinced that, at some period or another of their history, the Egyptians had conceived a _beau-ideal_ superior to the beautiful which nature habitually produced in their country, we have only to examine the young Memnon, at the British Museum, and the heads of many of the sphinxes which remain.--_Weekly Rev._ * * * * * |
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