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    Old Friends: Essays in Epistolary Parody
    Old Friends: Essays in Epistolary Parody
    Old Friends: Essays in Epistolary Parody
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    Old Friends: Essays in Epistolary Parody

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    Andrew Lang was a Scottish writer best known for collecting folklore, legends, and fairy tales and making a compendium of them to celebrate ethnic heritage.
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    PublisherKrill Press
    Release dateMar 8, 2016
    ISBN9781531256227
    Old Friends: Essays in Epistolary Parody
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    Andrew Lang

    Andrew Lang (March, 31, 1844 – July 20, 1912) was a Scottish writer and literary critic who is best known as a collector of folk and fairy tales. Lang’s academic interests extended beyond the literary and he was a noted contributor to the fields of anthropology, folklore, psychical research, history, and classic scholarship, as well as the inspiration for the University of St. Andrew’s Andrew Lang Lectures. A prolific author, Lang published more than 100 works during his career, including twelve fairy books, in which he compiled folk and fairy tales from around the world. Lang’s Lilac Fairy and Red Fairy books are credited with influencing J. R. R. Tolkien, who commented on the importance of fairy stories in the modern world in his 1939 Andrew Lang Lecture “On Fairy-Stories.”

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      Old Friends - Andrew Lang

      OLD FRIENDS: ESSAYS IN EPISTOLARY PARODY

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      Andrew Lang

      DOSSIER PRESS

      Thank you for reading. In the event that you appreciate this book, please consider sharing the good word(s) by leaving a review, or connect with the author.

      This book is a work of nonfiction and is intended to be factually accurate.

      All rights reserved. Aside from brief quotations for media coverage and reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced or distributed in any form without the author’s permission. Thank you for supporting authors and a diverse, creative culture by purchasing this book and complying with copyright laws.

      Copyright © 2016 by Andrew Lang

      Interior design by Pronoun

      Distribution by Pronoun

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      PREFACE

      I.

      II.

      III.

      IV.

      V.

      VI.

      VII.

      VIII.

      IX.

      X.

      XI.

      XII.

      XIII.

      XIV.

      XV.

      XVI.

      XVII.

      XVIII.

      XIX.

      XX.

      XXI.

      XXII.

      XXIII.

      Old Friends: Essays in Epistolary Parody

      By

      Andrew Lang

      Old Friends: Essays in Epistolary Parody

      Published by Dossier Press

      New York City, NY

      First published circa 1912

      Copyright © Dossier Press, 2015

      All rights reserved

      Except in the United States of America, this book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

      About Dossier Press

      PREFACE

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      THE STUDIES IN THIS VOLUME originally appeared in the St. James’s Gazette. Two, from a friendly hand, have been omitted here by the author of the rest, as non sua poma. One was by Mr. Richard Swiveller to a boon companion and brother in the lyric Apollo; the other, though purporting to have been addressed by Messrs. Dombey & Son to Mr. Toots, is believed, on internal evidence, to have been composed by the patron of the Chicken himself. A few prefatory notes, an introductory essay, and two letters have been added.

      The portrait in the frontispiece, copied by Mr. T. Hodge from an old painting in the Club at St. Andrews, is believed to represent the Baron Bradwardine addressing himself to his ball.

      A. L.

      I.

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      From Mr. Clive Newcome to Mr. Arthur Pendennis.

      Mr. Newcome, a married man and an exile at Boulogne, sends Mr. Arthur Pendennis a poem on his undying affection for his cousin, Miss Ethel Newcome. He desires that it may be published in a journal with which Mr. Pendennis is connected. He adds a few remarks on his pictures for the Academy.

      Boulogne, March 28.

      Dear Pen,—I have finished Belisarius, and he has gone to face the Academicians. There is another little thing I sent—Blondel I call it—a troubadour playing under a castle wall. They have not much chance; but there is always the little print-shop in Long Acre. My sketches of mail-coaches continue to please the public; they have raised the price to a guinea.

      Here we are not happier than when you visited us. My poor wife is no better. It is something to have put my father out of hearing of her mother’s tongue: that cannot cross the Channel. Perhaps I am as well here as in town. There I always hope, I always fear to meet her . . . my cousin, you know. I think I see her face under every bonnet. God knows I don’t go where she is likely to be met. Oh, Pen, hæret lethalis arundo; it is always right—the Latin Delectus! Everything I see is full of her, everything I do is done for her. Perhaps she’ll see it and know the hand, and remember, I think, even when I do the mail-coaches and the milestones. I used to draw for her at Brighton when she was a child. My sketches, my pictures, are always making that silent piteous appeal to her, Won’t you look at us? won’t you remember? I dare say she has quite forgotten. Here I send you a little set of rhymes; my picture of Blondel and this old story brought them into my mind. They are gazés, as the drunk painter says in Gerfaut; they are veiled, a mystery. I know she’s not in a castle or a tower or a cloistered cell anywhere; she is in Park Lane. Don’t I read it in the Morning Post? But I can’t, I won’t, go and sing at the area-gate, you know. Try if F. B. will put the rhymes into the paper. Do they take it in in Park Lane? See whether you can get me a guinea for these tears of mine: Mes Larmes, Pen, do you remember?—Yours ever,

      C. N.

      The verses are enclosed.

      THE NEW BLONDEL.

      O ma Reine!

      Although the Minstrel’s lost you long,

      Ah, still for you he pipes the song,

      As Blondel sang by cot and hall,

      And found, at length, the dungeon wall,

      So must your hapless minstrel fare,

      He flings a ditty on the air,

      For in some castle you must dwell

      In palace, tower, or cloistered cell—

      The wind may blow it to your ear,

      But from your lattice, though you hear,

      Your eyes upon the page may fall,

      You may be listening after all,

      II.

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      From the Hon. Cecil Bertie to the Lady Guinevere.

      Mr. Cecil Tremayne, who served Under Two Flags, an officer in her Majesty’s Guards, describes to the Lady Guinevere the circumstances of his encounter with Miss Annie P. (or Daisy) Miller. The incident has been omitted by Ouida and Mr. Henry James.

      You ask me, Camarada, what I think of the little American donzella, Daisy Miller? Hesterna Rosa, I may cry with the blind old bard of Tusculum; or shall we say, Hesterna Margaritæ? Yesterday’s Daisy, yesterday’s Rose, were it of Pæstum, who values it to-day? Mais où sont les neiges d’automne? However, yesterday—the day before yesterday, rather—Miss Annie P. Miller was well enough.

      We were smoking at the club windows on the Ponte Vecchio; Marmalada, Giovanelli of the Bersaglieri, young Ponto of the K.O.B.’s, and myself—men who never give a thought save to the gold embroidery of their pantoufles or the exquisite ebon laquer of their Russia leather cricket-shoes. Suddenly we heard a clatter in the streets. The riderless chargers of the Bersaglieri were racing down the Santo Croce, and just turning, with a swing and shriek of clattering spurs, into the Maremma. In the midst of the street, under our very window, was a little thing like a butterfly, with yeux de pervenche. You remember, Camarada, Voltaire’s love of the pervenche; we have plucked it, have we not? in his garden of Les Charmettes. Nous n’irons plus aux bois! Basta!

      But to return. There she stood, terror-stricken, petrified, like her who of old turned her back on Zoar and beheld the

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