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But she did not, she married John Capen Bangs, a thoroughly estimable man, a scholar, author of two or three scholarly books which few read and almost nobody bought, and librarian of the Acropolis, a library that Bostonians and the book world know and revere. The engagement came as a shock to the majority of "banking Cabots." John Bangs was all right, but he was not in the least "financial."
"But I mean if you can get free without me." "What, you fink Pomp run 'way and leab Mass' George all 'lone?" "Yes; it is to save those at home." "Capen flog um for going." "No, no; he would not." "Fader knock um down an' kick um." "I tell you he would not. Try all you can to get loose and creep away when they are not looking."
"Him much worse den Pomp." "What do you mean?" "Mass' Morgan and de capen say Pomp do lot o' mischuff. Dat do more mischuff den Pomp." "Yes, I should think so," I said, as I examined the dripping head, and saw plainly that my bullet must have gone right through the monster's brain, probably only stunning it for the time being, and enough to give the boy time to hack off its head.
When the morning came, Ebenezer Capen was awakened by a shake to find John Ellery standing over him. "Capen," whispered the minister, "Capen, get up. I must talk with you." Ebenezer was indignant. "Judas priest!" he exclaimed; "why don't you scare a feller to death, comin' and yankin' him out of bed by the back hair?" Then, being more wide awake, he added: "What's the row? Worse, is he? He ain't "
You can come as far as the the dead line once in a while, if Captain Mayo will drive you over, but that's all. I'm all right. Don't worry about me. I'm feeling tiptop and I'm not going to be sick. Now go home and make me some of that some of those puddings of yours. We can use them to advantage, can't we, Capen?" "Bet yer!" replied Ebenezer with enthusiasm.
Why do not you Salem folks have a hencoop and keep hens! five or six hens would overwhelm you with eggs all the year round. I like to hear the little items about Hawthorne. I had a nice talk with Mr. Capen about him to-day. He has him in his mind, and I hope it will come to some good purpose for the public. Yours truly and ever, E. P. P. Sophia writes: July 23, 1838.
"'Top fight for capen and Mass' George." "But we shall have done fighting soon, I hope, and then you can go in peace." "No peace in Han country." "What?" "Alway fight make prisoner sell slave. Han want Pomp here talk for um." "Ah, well, wait till we get peace, and things are getting on smoothly again, then we can talk." "Capen cross wif Hannibal?" "Cross? No; grateful."
Do you ever want to go back again?" "Back again, sah?" "Yes to your own country." He shook his head. "No, Mass' George. Too much fight too much kill too much sell for slave; nebber go back again." "Then you are happy here?" "Yes, sah. Happy here wif Mass' George and de capen. Can't talk. Understand?" "Oh, yes," I said; "I understand. Where's Pomp?" "Sleep. Dah! I call um."
Sparks, considered the publication of this book by Marsh, Capen & Lyons, of Boston, who had no permission from them, as an infringement of their copyright. The curious question thus presented was tried before Judge Story, who held that it was an infringement, and granted an injunction against the sale of the book.
Nahum Capen, of Boston, sent to him a campaign life for his indorsement he declined, saying: "After reflection and consultation, I stated in my letter of acceptance substantially that I would make no issues beyond the platform, and have, therefore, avoided giving my sanction to any publications containing opinions with which I might be identified and prove unsatisfactory to some portions of the Union.
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