A cup of lies. Miss Charvill. The one
profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage—
is teaching, and there we trample on one another. I want him immediately, so you can send Frith with my phaeton if you
like. And, setting down the
link, he proceeded deliberately to untie his cravat. The above
description of
—the great Figg, by the prize-fighting swains
Sole monarch acknowledged of Mary'bone plains—
may sound somewhat tame by the side of the glowing account given of him by
his gallant biographer, who asserts that "there was a majesty shone in his
countenance, and blazed in his actions, beyond all I ever saw;" but it may,
possibly, convey a more accurate notion of his personal appearance. F.
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