The good Fencing-maſters, in France eſpecially, when they preſent a Foyle or Fleuret to their Scholars, tell him it hath two Parts, one of which he calleth the Fort or ſtrong, and the other the Foyble or weak […]
If fortune ever favoured any venturesome layer of bets, Tom Elliot was certainly the one that day.
Eight blank years later he pops up in Richmond, and in the ninth and tenth years he endeavors to truthify his message, which has been cordially usurped and betrayed as fiction by Mr. Poe ; when he dies in July 1838 immediately after writing his preface, in circumstances even more equivocal than those of his author's death eleven years later, he's still only in his thirtieth year to heaven, a threshold more poetical than mythical.
Mrs. Cad. Well, come, begin and ſtart me, that I may come the ſooner to quatting——Huſh ! here′s Siſter ; what the deuce brought her !
