A wide terrace then led to large iron gates,' over which were placed the two celebrated figures of Raving and Melancholy Madness, executed by the elder Cibber, and commemorated by Pope in the Dunciad, in the wellknown lines:— "Close to those walls where Folly holds her throne, And laughs to think Monroe would take her down, Where, o'er the gates, by his famed father's hand, Great Cibber's brazen, brainless brothers stand. Hist!’ he added, as he turned his head and noticed Alderley’s glance. You have neither reason nor logic. “I think I ought to have one. To receive him here afterwards would be most repugnant to me. But—he was cleverer than any of you. The man’s passion was infectious. " Hastening to the Six Bells, Jack ordered some refreshment, and engaged a private room, where he remained till the afternoon absorbed in grief. ‘I don’t know what the devil you’re talking about. All the rest of our lives would be together then, Ann Veronica. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. From the first, Ann Veronica found him an exceptionally interesting man. He whispered in her ear. ” John said.
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