 | Life and sayings of Mrs. Partington and others
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TAKING PICTURES.
“That is a splendid likeness, by Heaven!” exclaimed
Augustus, rapturously, as Mrs. Partington showed him
a capital daguerreotype of her own venerable frontispiece.
“No, it is n't,” said she, smiling; “no, it is n't by
Heaven itself, but by its sun; is n't it beautifully done?
All the cemetery of the features, and cap-strings, and
specs, is brought out as nateral as if from a painter's
palate. Any young lady, now,” continued, she “who
would like to have the liniments of her pretended husband
to look at when he is away, could be made happy
by this blessed and cheap contrivance of making pictures
out of sunshine.”
She clasped the cover of the picture, paused as if pursuing
in her own mind the train of her admiration, and
went out like an exploded rocket.
“Man is born to work; and he must work while it is day.”
“Have I not,” said a great worker, “all eternity to
work in?”
“Well,” said Slug, who did n't love work, “if that 's
the case, what 'n time 's the use of putting in so? I 'd
jist as lieves divide the work, and do part of mine when
that cove 's resting.”
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