7 Quotes by James Malcolm Rymer

Tis strange what a change comes over masses of men as they gaze upon a dead body. It may be that they all know that to that complexion they must come at last. This may be the secret of the respect offered to the dead.

My dear uncle, you will recollect that Miss Bannerworth is quite a young lady.” “I suppose she is.” “Well, then, for God’s sake, don’t attempt to kiss her.” “Not.

How different was the funeral of one who had friends. He was alone; none followed, save the undertaker and his attendants, all of whom looked solemn from habit and professional motives. Even the jocose man was a supernaturally solemn as could be well imagined; indeed, nobody knew he was the same man.

My dear uncle, you will recollect that Miss Bannerworth is quite a young lady.” “I suppose she is.” “Well, then, for God’s sake, don’t attempt to kiss her.” “Not kiss her! damne, they like it. Not kiss her, because she’s a young lady! Damne, do you think I’d kiss a corporal of marines?” “No, uncle; but you know young ladies are very delicate.” “And ain’t I delicate – shiver my timbers, ain’t I delicate? Where is she?

Could I desert her – could I say to her, ‘My dear girl, when you were full of health and beauty, I loved you, but now that sadness is at your heart I leave you?’ Could I tell her that, uncle, and yet call myself a man?” “No!

No, no – we will not be terrified thus – there is Heaven above us.

It is,” said Henry, “the portrait of Sir Runnagate Bannerworth, an ancestor of ours, who first, by his vices, gave the great blow to the family prosperity.