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William Schwenck Gilbert: an Autobiographynd no more officers being required, the examination was indefinitely postponed. Among the blessings of peace may be reckoned certain comedies, operas, farces, and extravaganzas which, if the war had lasted another six weeks, would in all probability never have been written. I had no taste for a litt

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Mid-Victorian Memoriesican ways. I never saw much of him, for when my then future wife came home after some years in Italy he had already soared into social planes far above ours. But he never forgot, or at any rate never seemed to forget, the old Leipzig life when reminded of it by one who had also lived it; and in some