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"The best day so far this spring, fellows!" "It feels mighty much like baseball weather, for a fact, Otto!" "True for you, K. K., though there's still just a little tang to this April air." "What of that, Eli? The big leagues have opened shop all over the land, and the city papers are already full of baseball scores, and diamond lore. We ought to be getting busy ourselves in little old Scranton."
And when M. Picot makes mistakes, it is the same as when the Church makes mistakes and learns wisdom by blunders." Eli Kirke blinked his eyes as though my monstrous pleadings dazed him. "'Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live," he cried doggedly. "Do the Scriptures lie, Ramsay Stanhope? Tell me that?" "No," said I. "The Scriptures condemn liars, and the man who pretends witchcraft is a liar.
He knew that the approaching army would crush the men, women, and children whose touching fear and helplessness he had just beheld, as a man's foot tramples on an ant-bill, and again every instinct of his being urged him to pray, while from his oppressed heart the imploring cry rose through the darkness: "Eli, Eli, great God most high!
"Two weeks, and as yet we don't even know who's going to be on our team!" burst out Eli. "Seems to me that's an awful short time to get settled down into our best stride. Allandale will have a terrible bulge on us, Hugh, because I hear they've kept almost the same team that carried off the honors last year."
Lord Macaulay said of Eli Whitney: 'What Peter the Great did to make Russia dominant, Eli Whitney's invention of the cotton-gin has more than equaled in its relation to the power and progress of the United States. He has been the greatest benefactor of the South, but it never has, to my knowledge, acknowledged his benefaction in a public manner to the extent it deserves no monument has been erected to his memory, no town or city named after him, though the force of his genius has original invention.
There was a certain severity in these remarks, but they appeared to affect Captain Eli very pleasantly. "Well," said he, "if you're satisfied, I am. I'll agree to any plan you choose to make. It doesn't matter to me which house it's in, and if you say my house, I say my house. All I want is to make the business agreeable to all concerned.
What? I'll say he's a good rightus man, an' um sho' go' vot' fo' him." Residing in her little cabin in Eatonville, Florida, she is able to smile because she has some means of security, the Old Age Pension. DADE COUNTY, FLORIDA, FOLKLORE Ex-Slaves Reverend Eli Boyd was born May 29, 1864, four miles from Somerville, South Carolina on John Murray's plantation.
"Beat en blue las' night, an' turned en to doors the dirty trollop." "Eli, don't 'ee " put in the poor man, in a low, deprecating voice. "Iss, an' no need to tell what for," exclaimed a red-faced woman who stood by the drover, with two baskets of poultry at her feet. "She's a low lot; a low trapesin' baggage.
They do even tell of a cardinal at Rome, which armeth his guest's left hand with a little bifurcal dagger to hold the meat, while his knife cutteth it. But methinks this, too, is to be wiser than Him, who made the hand so supple and prehensile." Eli. "I am of your mind, my lad." "They are sore troubled with the itch. And ointment for it, unguento per la rogna, is cried at every corner of Venice.
Then Tommy opened his eyes for an instant. The old man groaned. Tommy looked vacantly round, closed his eyes again, and was unmistakably asleep. He slept for one minute, and then waked. Eli involuntarily put a hand on the sofa. Tommy gazed at him, and, with the most heavenly innocent smile of recognition, lightly touched his grandfather's hand. Then he turned over on his right side.
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