Round 5: Anecdotes of the Altamont Family by Mary Meeke (1800)
In the very last year of the 18th century, but it still counts! Posting now because I'm home ill from work.
Information on Mary Meeke and her work can be found here (she's a bit of a woman of mystery): http://www.cardiff.ac.uk/encap/journals/corvey/articles/cc09_n04.html
Alas, I am not at work, so I cannot really provide you with a ToC, and the web has nothing except the link I proposed above. According to the wiki article, "The third edition of Chamber's Cyclopaedia of English Literature {1903 v3:p178} gives this assessment of her work."The novels are worthless and would be quite forgotten but for the mention of them in the Life of Macaulay, who in his younger days at least " all but knew them by heart". According to Macaulay's sister the most of them turn on the fortunes of some young man in a very low rank of life who ultimately proves to be the son of a duke.""
Montague affected sleep soon after he was in bed, to be more at leisure to ruminate upon his recent adventure. The more he reflected, the more he was perplexed. He had certainly seen his father fall at his feet in consequence of a knock down blow; besides, could he suppose him a party concerned in the recent occurrences? His brothers were still less likely to form any design to get rid of him, and were both at a distance: yet this was undoubtedly the plot of some secret enemy. His father he understood had been robbed; the villains who knocked him down, did not rifle him to his certain knowledge, but there might be more in the gang, or the people who first found him, might have emptied his pockets before he came to himself.--He was only astonished he had escaped being plundered, as what he had about him would have been a large sum for any needy rascal, and it was possible the sight of his dress might have induced them to drag him away in so strange a manner. The boat they had in readiness was for their own security; the coach was certainly not in waiting; it might have been their intention to have stripped him, and then conveyed him, blindfolded, to some distant part of the town or suburbs, where they might haev left him without his being able to guess where he had been confined....
I've never seen a man more inclined to reflect on what didn't happen!
So. In this, fair Readers, the final round of our 18th Century Campaign, what will be your final Sally?
Deadline for submissions: Saturday, 10AM
Poll Altamont
Information on Mary Meeke and her work can be found here (she's a bit of a woman of mystery): http://www.cardiff.ac.uk/encap/journals/corvey/articles/cc09_n04.html
Alas, I am not at work, so I cannot really provide you with a ToC, and the web has nothing except the link I proposed above. According to the wiki article, "The third edition of Chamber's Cyclopaedia of English Literature {1903 v3:p178} gives this assessment of her work."The novels are worthless and would be quite forgotten but for the mention of them in the Life of Macaulay, who in his younger days at least " all but knew them by heart". According to Macaulay's sister the most of them turn on the fortunes of some young man in a very low rank of life who ultimately proves to be the son of a duke.""
Montague affected sleep soon after he was in bed, to be more at leisure to ruminate upon his recent adventure. The more he reflected, the more he was perplexed. He had certainly seen his father fall at his feet in consequence of a knock down blow; besides, could he suppose him a party concerned in the recent occurrences? His brothers were still less likely to form any design to get rid of him, and were both at a distance: yet this was undoubtedly the plot of some secret enemy. His father he understood had been robbed; the villains who knocked him down, did not rifle him to his certain knowledge, but there might be more in the gang, or the people who first found him, might have emptied his pockets before he came to himself.--He was only astonished he had escaped being plundered, as what he had about him would have been a large sum for any needy rascal, and it was possible the sight of his dress might have induced them to drag him away in so strange a manner. The boat they had in readiness was for their own security; the coach was certainly not in waiting; it might have been their intention to have stripped him, and then conveyed him, blindfolded, to some distant part of the town or suburbs, where they might haev left him without his being able to guess where he had been confined....
I've never seen a man more inclined to reflect on what didn't happen!
So. In this, fair Readers, the final round of our 18th Century Campaign, what will be your final Sally?
Deadline for submissions: Saturday, 10AM
Poll Altamont