Blue-Stocking Hall, - the Original Classic Edition

Download or read book Blue-Stocking Hall, - the Original Classic Edition written by William Pitt Scargill and published by Tebbo. This book was released on 2013-03-01 with total page 66 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Finally available, a high quality book of the original classic edition of Blue-Stocking Hall, (Vol 1 of 3). It was previously published by other bona fide publishers, and is now, after many years, back in print. This is a new and freshly published edition of this culturally important work by William Pitt Scargill, which is now, at last, again available to you. Get the PDF and EPUB NOW as well. Included in your purchase you have Blue-Stocking Hall, (Vol 1 of 3) in EPUB AND PDF format to read on any tablet, eReader, desktop, laptop or smartphone simultaneous - Get it NOW. Enjoy this classic work today. These selected paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside Blue-Stocking Hall, (Vol 1 of 3): Look inside the book: I know your charming aunt and cousins only through their letters to you; but by 'these presents, ' I feel that I cannot be mistaken in the attributes with which I have invested them: and, laugh as you like, you know that my castles are all built with materials from the county of Kerry, in Ireland; and I only say, if it be enthusiasm to love and venerate a set of people whom I have never seen-yes, and fully to intend, if life be spared me, to make a pilgrimage in quest of your relations, inspired by as much zeal as ever actuated the followers of Mahomet in their pious journeys to Mecca, why, let me cry with Falstaff, 'God help the wicked.' ...I do not complain of this; for I really believe, that we gain by every difficulty, and enjoy our humble acquisitions, after going through much trouble to obtain them, a thousand times more than the rich and fashionable do their superfluities, which it is only to desire, and to possess; but I state the fact to account for the employment of time and pains in filling up a comfortable bed-chamber and dressing-room for Arthur Howard, whose approach I dread, not because I have any reason to be afraid of him, but because I feel how entirely out of his natural (or perhaps I should rather say artificial) element, he will find himself in this peaceful retreat.