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. He
looked melancholy enough, it is true. She was suddenly grave. The
more her thoughts dwelt upon the subject, the more convinced she was that she
could not go to any one for help; she would have to solve the riddle by her own
efforts, by some future experience. The latter began to
heave himself up from the sand. She was carefree. He
uttered her name and his excitement grew when he did
not feel a bra. She counted three on the way to the train and four
more on the crowded car that would have gladly taken
him to bed with not so much as a word.
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