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The term 'pantomime, which was introduced by the Italian Greeks, is an apt one, and scarcely exaggerates the artist's versatility. 'Oh boy, cries the poet, in a beautiful passage, As that sea-beast, whose hue With each new rock doth suffer change, So let thy mind free range Through ev'ry land, shaping herself anew.
I'm black but dey's a heap o' trouble come out o' ink bottles befo' to-day! "I done had my eye on Frances! An' fur de las' endurin' week I taken notice ev'ry time we had a choir practisin', Frances, she'd fetch in some talk about butterflies bein' a Easter sign o' de resurrection o' de dead, an' all sech as dat.
"She won't know 'bout my hevin' 'em," says he, lookin' 's if he'd hed enough. "Yis she will," I says, "she'll hear uv it an' mebbe make a fuss." Then we piled in another. "Look here," I says after that, "there s yer brother Bill up there 'bove you. Take one along fer him." "No," says he, "I don' tell ev'ry body, but Bill an' I ain't on good terms. We ain't spoke fer more'n a year."
"Yes'm," said David with a grin, "I'm quite a liar myself when it comes right down to the hoss bus'nis, but the deakin c'n give me both bowers ev'ry hand. He done it so slick that I had to laugh when I come to think it over an' I had witnesses to the hull confab, too, that he didn't know of, an' I c'd 've showed him up in great shape if I'd had a mind to."
But every heart shall opened be Before this judge most high; Yea, every thought to judgment he Will bring assuredly. 19. And every word and action, too, He there will manifest; Yea, all that ever thou didst do, Or keep within thy breast, 20. Shall then be seen and laid before The world, that then will stand To see thy judge open ev'ry sore, And all thy evils scann'd. 21.
"The hours I spent with thee, dear heart, Are as a string of pearls to me; I count them over, ev'ry one apart, My rosary, my rosary." Softly, thoughtfully, tenderly, the last two words were breathed into the silence, holding a world of reminiscence a large-hearted woman's faithful remembrance of tender moments in the past. The listening crowd held its breath. This was not a song.
While she worked, her daughter Jane appeared, and threw cold water upon a warm affectional glow by announcing, "I'm fired." "What do you mean, child?" asked her mother. "Just what I say. That young Ray Bartram, that's the Prency gal's feller, has been comin' to the house almost ev'ry day while I've been workin' there, an' he's been awful polite to me.
"Not yet, young William," said the Little Giant. "We don't want to waste any bullets, and so we'll wait until Jim gives the word. Ev'ry army needs a leader. Thar ain't but three in this army, but it hez to hev a leader jest the same and Jim Boyd is the man."
"They come straight to th' still," he told her, "never falterin', never wonderin' if, maybe, they was on th' right path. Ev'ry inch o' th' hull way had been mapped out for 'em, an' they didn't make a mis-step from th' valley to th' very entrance o' th' cave. I'll git th' chap that planned their course out for 'em thataway! I'll git 'im, Madge! I'll git 'im, sure!"
Wherefore ev'ry man, When his affairs go on most swimmingly, E'en then it most behooves to arm himself Against the coming storm: loss, danger, exile, Returning ever, let him look to meet; His son in fault, wife dead, or daughter sick; All common accidents, and may have happen'd That nothing shall seem new or strange.
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