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With a gesture of impatience, H-- shut his eyes, teeth, and hands, and lay perfectly still for some minutes.
"No trifling in the matter at all; I am in sober earnest.
He was called back to more sober feelings by the question--"Do you accept the terms of the meeting?"
Blake returned with his friend to his lodgings, where he found a billet already from Redmond, who was all eagerness to wing his rival.
Surely the most sensible weapon with which to do this is the pen.
On the next morning, two friends of the bellige-rents were closeted for the purpose of arranging the preliminaries for the fight.
Pens are the weapons; the--Gazette, the battle-ground; time, early as you please to-morrow morning.
The young military gentleman we have introduced was named Redmond. The reader has already penetrated his character.
The rival must be gotten rid of in some manner; the professional means was, as has been seen thought of first.
All these rights are of course his; and he is justified in choosing those weapons with which he is most familiar.
"You'll hear from me, sir." And as the officer said this, menacingly, he turned and walked away with a military air.
For this he is challenged to a single combat that is to prove him to be a gentleman or not one.
"I'll see you in the course of an hour," he at length said, rising.
A military man must not be put down or beaten off by a mere civilian.
In person he was quite good-looking, though not the Adonis he deemed himself.
A few choice friends were let into the secret, which afforded many a hearty laugh.
By the code of honour, the challenged party has the right to choose weapons, place of meeting, and time.
"The weapons are to be a pair of good Russia quills, opaque, manufactured into pens of approved quality.
"There's trouble for you now, Blake; he'll challenge you," said two or three friends who instantly gathered around him.
"Is all settled?" asked the valiant lieutenant, as his second came into his room at the hotel, where he was pacing the floor.
I'll post him--yes, and cowhide him in the bargain, if necessary."
As Blake said this with marked emphasis, he looked steadily into the officer's face.
When the seconds again met, it was to arrange a settlement of differences.
In the--Gazette of to-morrow morning my friend stands ready to prove that he is a gentleman; and your friend that he is one, and that a gentleman has a right to insult publicly and without provocation whomsoever he pleases.
Will your principal find himself in a different position if he decline this meeting on like grounds?
As for the lieutenant, he declares that he had as lief come in contact with a Paixhan gun as an author with his "infernal pen." He understands pistols, small swords, rifles, and even cannons, but he can't stand up when pen-work is the order of the day.
The weapon he can use best is the pen, and he chooses that.
This could only be done by a very humbly written apology, which was made.
"It will be as bad, and even worse, to fight as he proposes."
"I'll cut off the rascal's ears if he dare do such a thing."
Redmond had been the challenged party, he would, of course, have named pistols, with which he is familiar, and Mr. Blake would have been called a coward, poltroon, or something as bad, if, after sending a challenge, he had objected to the weapons.
I think not. Pens are as good as pistols at any time, and will do as much."
A few days after this brave and honourable determination, the officer met the author in a public place, and purposely jostled him rudely.
Depend upon it, you will find this quite as serious an affair as if pistols were used."
The precise terms in which the principal swore, and the manner in which he fumed for the next five minutes, need not be told.
I objected to the weapons, and, indeed, the whole proposed arrangement."
Among these friends was Mary Clinton, who not long after gave her heart and hand to the redoubtable author.
"No; nor a duck gun, with trumpet muzzle; but an infernal pen!"
"That would be quite gentlemanly, quite according to the code of honour," returned the friend, quietly.
"If you intend pushing your way into the good graces of my lady Mary Clinton, you must do something more than fume about the little matter of rivalry that has sprung up."
Pistols won't demonstrate the matter; only the pen can do it, so the pen is chosen.
"If his terms are not accepted, he threatens to post you for a coward before night."
This was in the presence of a number of respectable persons, who could not help hearing, seeing, and understanding all. Satisfied that an insult was intended, Blake looked him in the face for a moment, and then asked, loud enough to be heard all around--"Did you intend to jostle me?"
He had also written and published one or two popular works; this gave him a standing as an author.
"With pens for weapons he will wing you a little too quick."
He had fallen deeply in love with the "acres of charms" possessed by a certain Miss Clinton, and was making rapid inroad upon her heart--at least he thought so--when a young man well known in the literary circles made his appearance, and was received with a degree of favour that confounded the officer, who had already begun to think himself sure of the prize.
On the next day the young officer left the city, a little wiser than he came.
The officer's second was nonplussed; he did not know what to say or think.
Take him all in all, he was a rival to be feared, and Redmond was not long in making the discovery.
Blake must be challenged and killed off, and then the course would be clear.
Blake said nothing, thinking it possible that it was an accident; but he remained near Redmond, to give him a chance to repeat the insult, if such had been his intention.
Blake had a much readier tongue and a great deal more in his head than the other, and could therefore, in the matter of mind at least, appear to much better advantage than his rival.
The subject that occupied their attention seemed to be a very exciting one, at least to him of the military buttons and black cap, for he emphasized strongly, knit his brow awfully, and at last went so far as to swear a terrible oath.
But the public won't bear him out such an outrage--such a violation of all the rules of honour."
"You must fight, apologize, or be posted; there is no alternative. To be posted won't do; the laugh would be too strongly against you."
Mr. B. has more than insinuated that Mr. Redmond is no gentleman.
He has sonneteered her eyebrows, no doubt--flattered her in verse until she don't know who or where she is, and in this way become a formidable rival.
"Don't permit yourself to get so excited, Tom," interposed a friend. "It won't help the matter at all."
And the young lieutenant, for such he was, flourished his right arm and looked pistol-balls and death.
Write from Deal, and tell me when you are likely to return to London.
Is it so very uncommon for such near relations to have some similitude?
I hope, Sir William will be able to amuse himself with fishing a little. The weather is too hot for me to come to London, and I can't leave my parish at this time.
I have written two long letters to my jewel, but I still seem to have more to say.
God bless you, my dear Lady; and believe me, your's faithfully,
She, and my Father, are to spend the winter in London; and, I am informed, he is to pay half.
I had a letter, yesterday morning, from my great and beloved Brother.
I wish you was here, and you should not laugh at me for nothing.
My only fear is, that we shall spoil him among us.
Mrs. Nelson is going out for a day; when she returns, she will write.
As I wrote so much on Sunday, and you said--you thought you should leave Deal on Tuesday or Wednesday, I said--I should write no more till you got back to London.
The ceremony of electing the new Archbishop takes place on Tuesday morning.
My love to deary, Charlotte, and the hereditary Duke of Bronte.
He well knows me; and I leave it to your Ladyship, (my best and truest friend) to say every thing to him, for and from me: it will come best from your lips, and adorned with your eloquence.
I hope you will have received my long letter of Sunday's date, by this time.
You can't come from thence nearer than London, unless my Brother lands you on the other side of the river Thames, on the Essex or Suffolk coasts.
Mrs. Bolton is here for a day, to help my solitary life.
We sleep at Norwich, and hope to be at Yarmouth early on Monday.
But, I hope to God, the present young Horatio will go on as we all wish, and transmit a long race to posterity.
I am glad Mrs. Nelson is likely to come home soon; but, I hear nothing about your intentions.
I would give you as good as you brought, at any time.
I have not yet heard from him, how he felt himself.
I see, by the papers, the King was better on Tuesday.
I should have liked to have peeped slyly into his room, and seen how he acted on first receiving the joyful intelligence.
I have written to my Brother by this post; so that, if he is likely to have sailed before Monday, he has time to stop us.
I do not much wonder we have no news from the Baltic, considering the state of the wind; and, unless it changes, it may be some time first. Pray God it may be good, when it does arrive.
I have written you all these particulars; because, I know, you like to know all about us.
A near relation of our's, who has not seen my Lord since his return to England, has offered to take me in his carriage: so, we set out on Sunday afternoon; for we parsons can't go till the Sunday duty is over.
We both join in united regards to Sir William; and believe me, your Ladyship's faithful and most obliged and affectionate friend,
Mr. Edwards is this moment gone, and begs his compliments to you all.
But, for God's sake, take care of him; and caution our little jewel to be as much upon her guard as she can.
Mr. Elliot had not seen either him or the Queen, from the seventeenth, the day of his arrival, to the twenty-first.
I believe, he saw enough of Naples. He carried his family money; and Mr. Falconet (Gibbs being absent) will pay Mr. Greville's pension to Gaetano's family.
I have not mentioned my Bronte affairs to Acton, as yet; but, if Naples remains much longer, I shall ask the question.
Never mind, my dear Emma, a few hundred pounds; which is all the rigid gripe of the law, not justice, can wrest from you.
And, pray, say so to my dear Mrs. T. when you see her.
I look at your and my God's Child's picture; but, till I am sure of remaining here, I cannot bring myself to hang them up.
But, what comfort could I have had, for two whole days, at Deal?
You will be sorry to hear, that good Sir William did not leave her in such comfortable circumstances as his fortune would have allowed.
I have made up my mind, that it is part of the plan of that Corsican Scoundrel, to conquer the kingdom of Naples.
Yesterday, he sold a pair of silver buckles; he would soon ruin poor Charles, who is really a well-disposed boy.

With a gesture of impatience, H-- shut his eyes, teeth, and hands, and lay perfectly still for some minutes.

"No trifling in the matter at all; I am in sober earnest.

He was called back to more sober feelings by the question--"Do you accept the terms of the meeting?"

Blake returned with his friend to his lodgings, where he found a billet already from Redmond, who was all eagerness to wing his rival.

Surely the most sensible weapon with which to do this is the pen.

On the next morning, two friends of the bellige-rents were closeted for the purpose of arranging the preliminaries for the fight.

Pens are the weapons; the--Gazette, the battle-ground; time, early as you please to-morrow morning.

The young military gentleman we have introduced was named Redmond. The reader has already penetrated his character.

The rival must be gotten rid of in some manner; the professional means was, as has been seen thought of first.

All these rights are of course his; and he is justified in choosing those weapons with which he is most familiar.

"You'll hear from me, sir." And as the officer said this, menacingly, he turned and walked away with a military air.

For this he is challenged to a single combat that is to prove him to be a gentleman or not one.

"I'll see you in the course of an hour," he at length said, rising.

A military man must not be put down or beaten off by a mere civilian.

In person he was quite good-looking, though not the Adonis he deemed himself.

A few choice friends were let into the secret, which afforded many a hearty laugh.

By the code of honour, the challenged party has the right to choose weapons, place of meeting, and time.

"The weapons are to be a pair of good Russia quills, opaque, manufactured into pens of approved quality.

"There's trouble for you now, Blake; he'll challenge you," said two or three friends who instantly gathered around him.

"Is all settled?" asked the valiant lieutenant, as his second came into his room at the hotel, where he was pacing the floor.

I'll post him--yes, and cowhide him in the bargain, if necessary."

As Blake said this with marked emphasis, he looked steadily into the officer's face.

When the seconds again met, it was to arrange a settlement of differences.

In the--Gazette of to-morrow morning my friend stands ready to prove that he is a gentleman; and your friend that he is one, and that a gentleman has a right to insult publicly and without provocation whomsoever he pleases.

Will your principal find himself in a different position if he decline this meeting on like grounds?

As for the lieutenant, he declares that he had as lief come in contact with a Paixhan gun as an author with his "infernal pen." He understands pistols, small swords, rifles, and even cannons, but he can't stand up when pen-work is the order of the day.

The weapon he can use best is the pen, and he chooses that.

This could only be done by a very humbly written apology, which was made.

"It will be as bad, and even worse, to fight as he proposes."

"I'll cut off the rascal's ears if he dare do such a thing."

Redmond had been the challenged party, he would, of course, have named pistols, with which he is familiar, and Mr. Blake would have been called a coward, poltroon, or something as bad, if, after sending a challenge, he had objected to the weapons.

I think not. Pens are as good as pistols at any time, and will do as much."

A few days after this brave and honourable determination, the officer met the author in a public place, and purposely jostled him rudely.

Depend upon it, you will find this quite as serious an affair as if pistols were used."

The precise terms in which the principal swore, and the manner in which he fumed for the next five minutes, need not be told.

I objected to the weapons, and, indeed, the whole proposed arrangement."

Among these friends was Mary Clinton, who not long after gave her heart and hand to the redoubtable author.

"No; nor a duck gun, with trumpet muzzle; but an infernal pen!"

"That would be quite gentlemanly, quite according to the code of honour," returned the friend, quietly.

"If you intend pushing your way into the good graces of my lady Mary Clinton, you must do something more than fume about the little matter of rivalry that has sprung up."

Pistols won't demonstrate the matter; only the pen can do it, so the pen is chosen.

"If his terms are not accepted, he threatens to post you for a coward before night."

This was in the presence of a number of respectable persons, who could not help hearing, seeing, and understanding all. Satisfied that an insult was intended, Blake looked him in the face for a moment, and then asked, loud enough to be heard all around--"Did you intend to jostle me?"

He had also written and published one or two popular works; this gave him a standing as an author.

"With pens for weapons he will wing you a little too quick."

He had fallen deeply in love with the "acres of charms" possessed by a certain Miss Clinton, and was making rapid inroad upon her heart--at least he thought so--when a young man well known in the literary circles made his appearance, and was received with a degree of favour that confounded the officer, who had already begun to think himself sure of the prize.

On the next day the young officer left the city, a little wiser than he came.

The officer's second was nonplussed; he did not know what to say or think.

Take him all in all, he was a rival to be feared, and Redmond was not long in making the discovery.

Blake must be challenged and killed off, and then the course would be clear.

Blake said nothing, thinking it possible that it was an accident; but he remained near Redmond, to give him a chance to repeat the insult, if such had been his intention.

Blake had a much readier tongue and a great deal more in his head than the other, and could therefore, in the matter of mind at least, appear to much better advantage than his rival.

The subject that occupied their attention seemed to be a very exciting one, at least to him of the military buttons and black cap, for he emphasized strongly, knit his brow awfully, and at last went so far as to swear a terrible oath.

But the public won't bear him out such an outrage--such a violation of all the rules of honour."

"You must fight, apologize, or be posted; there is no alternative. To be posted won't do; the laugh would be too strongly against you."

Mr. B. has more than insinuated that Mr. Redmond is no gentleman.

He has sonneteered her eyebrows, no doubt--flattered her in verse until she don't know who or where she is, and in this way become a formidable rival.

"Don't permit yourself to get so excited, Tom," interposed a friend. "It won't help the matter at all."

And the young lieutenant, for such he was, flourished his right arm and looked pistol-balls and death.

Write from Deal, and tell me when you are likely to return to London.

Is it so very uncommon for such near relations to have some similitude?

I hope, Sir William will be able to amuse himself with fishing a little. The weather is too hot for me to come to London, and I can't leave my parish at this time.

I have written two long letters to my jewel, but I still seem to have more to say.

God bless you, my dear Lady; and believe me, your's faithfully,

She, and my Father, are to spend the winter in London; and, I am informed, he is to pay half.

I had a letter, yesterday morning, from my great and beloved Brother.

I wish you was here, and you should not laugh at me for nothing.

My only fear is, that we shall spoil him among us.

Mrs. Nelson is going out for a day; when she returns, she will write.

As I wrote so much on Sunday, and you said--you thought you should leave Deal on Tuesday or Wednesday, I said--I should write no more till you got back to London.

The ceremony of electing the new Archbishop takes place on Tuesday morning.

My love to deary, Charlotte, and the hereditary Duke of Bronte.

He well knows me; and I leave it to your Ladyship, (my best and truest friend) to say every thing to him, for and from me: it will come best from your lips, and adorned with your eloquence.

I hope you will have received my long letter of Sunday's date, by this time.

You can't come from thence nearer than London, unless my Brother lands you on the other side of the river Thames, on the Essex or Suffolk coasts.

Mrs. Bolton is here for a day, to help my solitary life.

We sleep at Norwich, and hope to be at Yarmouth early on Monday.

But, I hope to God, the present young Horatio will go on as we all wish, and transmit a long race to posterity.

I am glad Mrs. Nelson is likely to come home soon; but, I hear nothing about your intentions.

I would give you as good as you brought, at any time.

I have not yet heard from him, how he felt himself.

I see, by the papers, the King was better on Tuesday.

I should have liked to have peeped slyly into his room, and seen how he acted on first receiving the joyful intelligence.

I have written to my Brother by this post; so that, if he is likely to have sailed before Monday, he has time to stop us.

I do not much wonder we have no news from the Baltic, considering the state of the wind; and, unless it changes, it may be some time first. Pray God it may be good, when it does arrive.

I have written you all these particulars; because, I know, you like to know all about us.

A near relation of our's, who has not seen my Lord since his return to England, has offered to take me in his carriage: so, we set out on Sunday afternoon; for we parsons can't go till the Sunday duty is over.

We both join in united regards to Sir William; and believe me, your Ladyship's faithful and most obliged and affectionate friend,

Mr. Edwards is this moment gone, and begs his compliments to you all.

But, for God's sake, take care of him; and caution our little jewel to be as much upon her guard as she can.

Mr. Elliot had not seen either him or the Queen, from the seventeenth, the day of his arrival, to the twenty-first.

I believe, he saw enough of Naples. He carried his family money; and Mr. Falconet (Gibbs being absent) will pay Mr. Greville's pension to Gaetano's family.

I have not mentioned my Bronte affairs to Acton, as yet; but, if Naples remains much longer, I shall ask the question.

Never mind, my dear Emma, a few hundred pounds; which is all the rigid gripe of the law, not justice, can wrest from you.

And, pray, say so to my dear Mrs. T. when you see her.

I look at your and my God's Child's picture; but, till I am sure of remaining here, I cannot bring myself to hang them up.

But, what comfort could I have had, for two whole days, at Deal?

You will be sorry to hear, that good Sir William did not leave her in such comfortable circumstances as his fortune would have allowed.

I have made up my mind, that it is part of the plan of that Corsican Scoundrel, to conquer the kingdom of Naples.

Yesterday, he sold a pair of silver buckles; he would soon ruin poor Charles, who is really a well-disposed boy.