Word: misses
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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After a few weeks had gone by, he begins to write "Sultanish letters," as he terms them, to Miss Blair, and finally he determines to visit her. While there he informs us: "I am dressed in green and gold. I have my chaise, in which I sit alone like Mr. Gray, and Thomas rides by me in a claret-colored suit with a silver-laced hat. If she can still remain indifferent. she is not the woman I thought...
...When Miss Blair and her mother went up to Edinburgh, Boswell accompanied her, and we have an account of his love making there. "Next evening I was at the play with them: it was 'Othello.' I sat close behind her and at the most affecting scenes I pressed my had upon her waist: she was in tears and rather leaned to me. The jealous Moor described my very soul." The idea of Boswell torn by an Othello-like passion is certainly a striking one. The next day he popped the question, "after sqeezing and kissing her fine hand, while...
...formerly held with a "charming Dutch woman." This affection, and still another, he quickly wearies of, and then he falls head over ears in love with a young girl whom he calls "la belle Irlandaise." "I am exceedingly lucky," he exclaims joyfully, "to have escaped the insensible Miss B. for now I have seen the finest creature that ever was formed, la belle Irlandaise. Figure to yourself a young lady just sixteen, formed like a Grecian nymph, with the sweetest countenance, full of sensibility, accomplished, with a Dublin education-her father with an estate of L1000 a year, and above...
...willing to marry him; this was so unusual a chance that he appears to have embraced it eagerly. His marriage, however, did not radically change him, and we are not surprised to read, a year after, in a brief letter written on a journey, that: "There is a Miss Silverton in the fly with me, an amiable creature who has been in France. I can unite little fondnessess with conjugal love." Boswell must have been a unique sort of travelling companion, for we find again: "I got into the fly at Buckden, and had a very good journey. An agreeable...
...many years have passed we shall know so much about dreams that we may make them to order; and that the dream book will have vanished, except from the work basket of some aged country maiden of seventy years or more, or from the casket of some boarding school miss, where it will lie amid complexion powders, scented stationery and love-letters...