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The incubation sleep, in which indications of cure were divinely sent, formed an important part of the ritual. The Asklepieion, or Health Temple of Cos, recently excavated, is of special interest, as being at the birthplace of Hippocrates, who was himself an Asklepiad. It is known that Cos was a great medical school.
I was a-thinkin' of it over to myself, and, says I, 'What's the reason on it? The reason is, 'cos I ain't never 'ad money. Money means 'appiness, an' them as never 'as money, 'll never be 'appy, live as long as they may.
"M-m-m yeh that's better say, you air white ain't ye? Ye won't leave me cos I done some mean things m-m-m. Ye won't, will ye?" "No, you needn't worry we'll stay by ye." Then he muttered, they could not tell what. He closed his eyes. After long silence he looked around wildly and began again: "Say I done you dirt but don't leave me don't leave me." Tears ran down his face and he moaned piteously.
For she had been born during those stormy days when Magee and Bernardo, with twelve hundred Americans, first flung the banner of Texan independence to the wind; when the fall of Nacogdoches sent a thrill of sympathy through the United States, and enabled Cos and Toledo, and the other revolutionary generals in Mexico, to carry their arms against Old Spain to the very doors of the vice-royal palace.
But at the Alamo things were in the utmost confusion, and before General Cos could call his troops together, some of them fled, making straight for the Rio Grande River. This wound up the fighting, and it was not long before the Mexican general sent out a flag of truce, asking upon what terms the Texans would receive his surrender. The Texans were very lenient, and the matter was quickly settled.
Slimy told me as 'ow I was to go to your orffice at ten o'clock last night, 'an tell you from him as he'd no more 'casion for his room, so he'd sent yer the key, an' yer'd better come as soon as possible an' see as he'd left everything square behind him, an' 'cos he was afraid he'd locked in a friend o' yourn by mistake an' in his hurry."
The poetry of Theocritus, read or sung in sultry Alexandria, must have seemed like a new welling up of the waters of Arethusa in the sandy soil of Egypt. We cannot certainly say when the poet first came from Syracuse, or from Cos, to Alexandria.
"'Cos I can't," wailed the skipper of the Bulldog, as he threaded his way between a huge steamer and a schooner, who, in avoiding him, were getting up a little collision on their own account. "Ahoy, Bulldog! Ahoy!" called the mate. "Stand by to pick us up. We've got him." The skipper smiled in an agonised fashion as he shot past, hotly pursued by his boat.
He was born in Cos, an island on the coast of Caria, which the Ptolemies kept as a family fortress, safe from Egyptian rebellion and Alexandrian rudeness, and, while their fleets were masters of the sea, safe from foreign armies. He had been brought up with great care, and, being a younger son, was not spoilt by that flattery which in all courts is so freely offered to the heir.
The peopul's to have their rights and libties, hand the luds is to be put down, hand beefsteaks is to be a penny a pound, and " "What good will that do to she?" "Vy, man, ve shall take turn about, and sum vun helse will sveep the crossings, and ve shall ride in sum vun helse's coach and four, p'r'aps, -cos vy? ve shall hall be hequals!" "Hequals!
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