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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1856 Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XI. Maurice Meredith left the social hall that night alone, and repaired at once to his room. Naturally fond of company, yet this night he wanted to be alone; he wished to commune with himself, in blissful solitude, in stillness, to let his soul go forth, and roam at will in the bright elysiums hope pictured in the future. The smiles of Fannie Bell in that elysium made all things bright; her presence made all joy and contentment there. He was raising the curtain to take a peep at the roseate field before his mind, just as he entered his door, when, to his mortification, a gentleman awaiting his return, put all his mind-work in confusion, and chased his daydream far away. The gentleman was no other than Mr. Fox, the Know Nothing, mentioned to the reader some time since. Well, Maurice, said Mr. Fox, we shall give them thunder I Thunder! who thunder? said Meredith, abstractedly; he was thinking then of something Fannie had said about a favorite little rose bud, and hoped the shower would revive it. Did you say you thought it was about to rain, Fox? Why, man, what are you talking about, is thunder and a shower inseparately connected in your mind? I said that we would give the Locofocos thuuder; or if you are too stupid to comprehend metaphors, we will give them, what you ought to have, for leaving your post to-night, a sound thrashing. It should be known that Mr. John Jas. Gustavus Adolphus Fox had been appointed by the Council a kind of secretary or scribe, and was, also, one of the committee of letter-writers. His purpose, in visiting Maurice to-night, was to procure his assistance in doing up a budget of letters, to be published in Mr. Turner's paper. Well, Maurice, said he, are you in a political mood to-night? If so, you will be kind ...