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Michael Bawdrey, a retired brewer, thirsting for something more enduring than malt to carry his name down the ages became fired with enthusiasm upon the subject, and set forth for Java 'hot foot, as one might say.
Brewer, the postmaster, whom I had met in one of my lecture trips through the West and more recently in the field, received us cordially, and at once offered Miss Barton his own cot, in a room that had not yet been cleaned or swept, back of the general delivery department.
He must have wondered if some-Milwaukee brewer ad not gone to heaven and opened a brewery. Of course we who are intelligent, and who would know a balloon if we saw it, would not have had any such thoughts, but we must remember that this poor Advent preacher thought that the day had come that had been promised so long, and that Christ was going to make a landing in a strong Republican county.
There was, in another place, an addle-headed brewer, who had gold trappings to his horses, and a pair of gilt spurs in his breast expecting to be made a knight next day by Sir John, and so to gain the right to wear them but there was no Sir John, nor did anybody give information respecting him, though the King offered great rewards for such intelligence.
In this, as in most things, he showed her a deference such as few young men show their mothers. Her influence came, I presume, through the strong impression of purpose she had made on him. His uncle objected to his going, and grumbled a good deal. As the brewer looks down on the baker, so the bookbinder looked down on the blacksmith.
The old church has a twelfth century leaden font and a double piscina and is one of the highest in Sussex, being situated 400 feet above the sea. This walk could very well be extended to include Wolstonbury Hill and Hurstpierpoint. The road running west from Poynings at the foot of the Downs would bring us to Fulking where is a memorial fountain to John Ruskin erected by a brewer.
His parents were from Valenciennes and he was now about sixty-five years of age. He was a brewer and a neighbor of our old people. When we had come back we said to our old woman what it was fitting should be said to her, regarding her daughter and her employment, in order to free our minds, though she herself was quite innocent in respect to it.
The two and twentieth day our General went ashore to the main, and in his company John Thomas, and Robert Winterhie, Oliver the master-gunner, John Brewer, Thomas Hood, and Thomas Drake. And entering on land, they presently met with two or three of the country people.
"Formerly a brewer," replied the Gascon. "Perhaps Mazarin wishes to make a speculation in beer, as we did in straw," said Porthos. "Come, come, gentlemen," said Mordaunt, impatiently, "let us depart." "What!" exclaimed Porthos "without supper? Cannot Monsieur Cromwell wait a little?" "Yes, but I?" said Mordaunt. "Well, you," said Porthos, "what then?" "I cannot wait."
The pleasant voice made an exclamation of premature relief; the pair entered, and I was introduced to the last person I should have suspected of being a retired brewer at all, much less of squandering his money in retirement as suggested by his son. I was prepared for a conventional embodiment of reckless prosperity, for a pseudo-military type in louder purple and finer linen than the real thing.
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