United States or Eswatini ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
It is when, closing the book, we take away with us those seeds and subject them to the attrition of discussion, which wears off the pollen, that we arrive at, possibly, a new and valuable thought which may deserve the name of knowledge. "It seems to me your observations are nothing but opinions," said Mrs. Boyzy to me the other evening. She called it o-pin-ions.
Did I have any idea of what was due to the position of my family in society? What would become of our children's "prospects"? What sort of life would my family lead and here the severe inflection of her voice convinced my crime-stricken conscience that nothing but a miracle and Mrs. Boyzy could have saved my family from utter social destruction if I had been allowed to have my way.
After all I take it that separation, like time, tries everything love, friendship, even acquaintance, and those of the three which survive the test are like the ruins of ancient cities, of great value as curiosities, but worth little for aught else. Mrs. Boyzy remarks that this is a heartless view of it.
I knew it from the short party calls which have rattled like bird-shot against the Boyzy mansion, to the utter wreck of my quiet evenings with Mrs. Boyzy a woman that I had much rather talk to than all the callers in the world. And all this that I knew so well, was put by that estimable woman under the head of a "real gay winter."
Boyzy, as she slipped one of the little stockings off the wooden ball, which has served our children for so many years and so many purposes from filling out a croquet set, to the braining of their parents her kindly, and to me still beautiful face, lighting up with a smile, said: "We are having a real gay winter in Staunton, dear."
Boyzy," he said as he struggled to sit endwise on the bottom of the coal scuttle, "and it is a strange world we find both of ourselves in, sir. Great crimes are committed in the name of progress, sir, very great, and this is one of them. I have been a public man in this city for ten years, sir.
Nor is it the worst element in a congregation that is guilty of it; I am sorry to say that it is prevalent among even the best members. Even that excellent woman, Mrs. Boyzy, whose mind is often tortured by the apprehension that absence from church service will seriously affect my future prospers, often regales me after church with keen criticism of the sermon and the weak points of our preacher.
As those words have gone into oblivion, so should the majority of our English adjectives follow them. I have forgotten to tell the patient I have been sitting up with. It is the adjective 'tasty. Years ago Mrs. Boyzy set her foot down on this word, and as in duty bound, I also set my foot down.
Boyzy would wake me from my slumber and in dressing gown and slippers I would shiver behind the front door till young Jones and she, after much low murmuring, would separate, and the light of the family would consent to come inside. I knew it.
A copy of the Revised Version this time? Ah, that will give him a chance to give you a surprise next Christmas by reading it. Ah, you should know Mrs. Boyzy, if you wish to know how to please your husband at Christmas. For now thirty years that estimable woman has opened her annual Christmas campaign on me as early as the month of October.
Word Of The Day