A wide terrace then led to large iron gates,' over which were placed the two celebrated figures of Raving and Melancholy Madness, executed by the elder Cibber, and commemorated by Pope in the Dunciad, in the wellknown lines:— "Close to those walls where Folly holds her throne, And laughs to think Monroe would take her down, Where, o'er the gates, by his famed father's hand, Great Cibber's brazen, brainless brothers stand. And, when I have seen him pining away before my eyes, getting thinner and thinner every day, I have sometimes thought my prayers were heard. I will permit you to rescue me. She rose from her chair, and began walking up and down the room restlessly. She fought him at first, screaming at him, but he did not relent. Do you think she does?” Ann Veronica picked among her salad with a judicial expression of face. “You’re not a man for me—not one of a sex, I mean. He wanted her named Mary.
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