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He understood that and thanked me, whereon we parted.
Missolonghi
Ballard [a fellow art-student with Butler at Heatherley's] told me
that an old governess, some twenty years since, was teaching some
girls modern geography. One of them did not know the name
Missolonghi. The old lady wrung her hands:
"Why, me dear," she exclaimed, "when I was your age I could never
hear the name mentioned without bursting into tears."
I should perhaps add that Byron died there.
Memnon
I saw the driver of the Hampstead 'bus once, near St. Giles's Church-
-an old, fat, red-faced man sitting bolt upright on the top of his
'bus in a driving storm of snow, fast asleep with a huge waterproof
over his great-coat which descended with sweeping lines on to a
tarpaulin. All this rose out of a cloud of steam from the horses.
He had a short clay pipe in his mouth but, for the moment, he looked
just like Memnon.
Manzi the Model
They had promised him sittings at the Royal Academy and then refused
him on the ground that his legs were too hairy. He complained to
Gogin:
"Why," said he, "I sat at the Slade School for the figure only last
week, and there were five ladies, but not one of them told me my legs
were too hairy."
A Sailor Boy and Some Chickens
A pretty girl in the train had some chirping chickens about ten days'
old in a box labelled "German egg powders.
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