At the time that Louis the Just afforded this great example of equity, Percerin had brought up two sons, one of whom made his debut at the marriage of Anne of Austria, invented that admirable Spanish costume, in which Richelieu danced a saraband, made the costumes for the tragedy of "Mirame," and
stitched on to Buckingham's mantle those famous pearls which were destined to be scattered about the pavements of the Louvre.
This last hour my legs have been fainting under me; I've a
stitch in my side like a red-hot iron; I cannae breathe right.
She showed her how to make a pretty trimming of narrow white linen tape, by folding it in pointed shapes and sewing it down very flat with neat little
stitches.
Rachel Lynde sent several, in which good material and honest
stitches took the place of embroidery and frills.
"It were well," muttered the most iron-visaged of the old dames, "if we stripped Madame Hester's rich gown off her dainty shoulders; and as for the red letter which she hath
stitched so curiously, I'll bestow a rag of mine own rheumatic flannel to make a fitter one!"
But as she
stitched on in silence, I noticed the sadness in her pleasant eyes and the droop of her mouth.
All this was brought home to Don Quixote by the bursting of his
stitches; however, he comforted himself on perceiving that Sancho had left behind a pair of travelling boots, which he resolved to wear the next day.
Margolotte had puzzled over the ears for some time, for these were important if the servant was to hear distinctly, but finally she had made them out of thin plates of gold and attached them in place by means of
stitches through tiny holes bored in the metal.
He had bead eyes, and his helmet was sewed on with
stitches.
'This won't taste bitter,' said he, 'but I will just finish the jacket before I take a bite.' He laid the bread near him, sewed on, and in his joy, made bigger and bigger
stitches. In the meantime the smell of the sweet jam rose to where the flies were sitting in great numbers, and they were attracted and descended on it in hosts.
Still his wife sighed, shook her head sorrowfully, and
stitched on.
No prepossession for the mere antique (and in this case we can imagine no other prepossession) should induce us to dignify with the sacred name of poetry, a series, such as this, of elaborate and threadbare compliments,
stitched, apparently, together, without fancy, without plausibility, and without even an attempt at adaptation.