The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 22: what you’re looking at

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20 MYSTERIES pavement, or tripped over the heather, their ap- pearance involuntarily recalled those forms, in which the burin of Thompson has embedied the Minna and Brenda Troil of the * Ariosto of the Norta.”? There was, however, nothing of north- ern coldness in their style of beauty. They were radiant belles from the south of Scotland, with all the grace of a wild flower, the eyeofa gazelle, and a smile like a sunbeam. Clara had the haughtiest look, the loftiest brow, and the most melancholy expression. She was the Minna of Seoett. Cheerful timidity was the emotion which — most frequently beamed from the childlike coun- tenance of Anna. Fancy mingled no dark colours in the joyous picture she painted of a happy fu- ture. No sad thought had left its outlines upon that careless brow, and tbat large black eye, whieh danced and sparkled beneath those long ~ eurved ijashes, knew no other tears than those — flowing from intensity of joy, which dry upon the _ eheek, and leave no furrows in the soul. Such was Brenda. As they drow near the church, the young phy- sician discarded his gaiety. Five years passed at the university, had somewhat chilled the religious. zeal he had brought with him from his native. soil; he was an excellent Christian, but still a long sermon, with an indefinite number of psalms did not appear to him the very height of human : felicity. My dear cousins, said he, suddenly, while pass: 3 ing from Ficet street into the Inner Temple, r am a careless fellow, ! << ot no — ~~ Comichooks coin Pr Bo its bees