The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 16: what you’re looking at

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tates bei | field. Ralph was an only child, and his birth cost | against his uncle,—adding, as he addressed himself father, THE MYSTERIES OF THE OOURT. 3 the Hon. Mr. Ralph Fare- | burst forth into a volley of the bitterest invectives his mother her life: his , who was Lord | to the steward, “Go and tell the old curmudgeon brother, died soon afterwards | that I don’t care a fig for him. His estates are ens infant orphan was left entirely | tailed and go along with the title: eo it is but 4 is noble uncle. Lord Saxondale | little matter of time, and then I shall haveell. In trust generously, and, having | the interval I can raise plenty of money on post- his own, brought up his nephew ; obit bonds in the City; and therefore I repel with Rock: fhe ion i With these words Ralph ftung out of the house, or three months to his castle in Lincolnshire; and | and hastened away to rejoin his as he was wont to be excessively indulgent towards | and report to them all that had taken place. They his nephew, the latter, when his education was | applauded his spirit; and he plunged more deeply finished and he left college, plunged into all the | into dissipation and debauvhery than ever. But in dissipations and debaucheries of London life. For | the meantime the old steward, who was # matter- afeiatt in Park Lane, London, when countered by his uncle’s steward, who put « letter | necessary to look into the 1\fo his hand and peremptorily bade him quit the | when they met the gase and house, Half-intoxicated as Ralph was at the time, to follow the aquiline lines of ber handeome profle—— a PRD > | COMIC OO©OKS. COM