Cowell

That said, Tyler's unhinged goofy energy has seemingly wiped Cowell's memory off the boards.

I supposed that this might be a piece of ingenious Fancy: but Cowell, who has been over to see me, says it is probable.

Poor Mocket was only forty when he died, succumbing, like Cowell, to the rough reception accorded to his book.

“Omar breathes a sort of consolation to me,” he wrote to Cowell.

I should think Bramford begins to look pretty about this time, hey, Mr. Cowell?

Dr. Cowell was with them—the big English statesman and writer who later was drowned on the Titanic.