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Now as you say, said he, so let it be, He shall be bound, but you shall all go free. Then they unladed ev'ry man his beast, And to his view expos'd their sacks in haste. And he from first to last them searched round, And lo, the cup on Benjamin was found: Thereat surpris'd, each man his garment rent, And lade his beast, and back again they went.
Mr Browdie gave a grin of special width, as if he thought that really was something to laugh at, and went to work at the bread and butter with increased vigour. It was quite a sight to behold how he and Nicholas emptied the plate between them. 'Ye wean't get bread and butther ev'ry neight, I expect, mun, said Mr Browdie, after he had sat staring at Nicholas a long time over the empty plate.
"Hev you, though? God bless your motherly old soul," said the captain, warmly. "Well, I've turned over a new leaf, and it don't git turned back again." "That's right," said Mrs. Simmons, with a happy tear under each spectacle-glass. "Fight the good fight, cap'en." "Just my little game," continued the captain. "'Tain't ev'ry day that a man ken find an angel willin' to look out fur him, Mrs.
Here, for instance, is a denunciation of a scandal-monger: "In the Church of Christ and Mother, Carnal feelings have no place; Here the simple love each other, Free from ev'ry thing that's base. Therefore when the flesh is named, When impeachments fly around, Honest souls do feel ashamed Shudder at the very sound. "Ah! thou foul and filthy stranger! What canst thou be after here?
To its dark and deep recesses Swift the sorrowing priestess hied, And from off her flowing tresses Tore the sacred band, and cried: "All around with joy is beaming, Ev'ry heart is happy now, And my sire is fondly dreaming, Wreathed with flowers my sister's brow I alone am doomed to wailing, That sweet vision flies from me; In my mind, these walls assailing, Fierce destruction I can see."
'Here I've been a whole day offul good by my lone self; haven't said one notty word or did one notty fing, nor gotted scolded a singul wunst, did I, Lubin? I guess we better live here; bettent we, Lubin? And ven we wunt git stuck inter bed fur wettin' our feets little teenty mites of wet ev'ry singul night all the livelong days, will we, Lubin?
"Yus," answered Bill, who, like most men before the mast, had never seen a chart in his life. "I looked at ev'ry name on it, ev'ry bloomin' one. A chart o' Africa it was, givin' the whole lot of 'em. But your place." "Yais?" cried the Dago. "You see 'im? An' de leetle bay under de hills? You find it?" "No," said Bill, "I didn't find it. It wasn't there." "Wasn't there?"
"Ev'ry man Jack's agin the fool notion." "Then perhaps the people don't understand it." "Forbes has given up already," continued Hopkins, laughing at the recollection. "He's gone back into his shell like a turtle, an' won't come out to fight. I tell you, Senator, he's the worst licked candidate that ever ran for office."
The drunkard continued: "There's lots of jest sech folks, here in Backley, an' ev'ry where's else people that don't get half fed, an' do get worked half to death. Nobody means to 'buse 'em, but they do hev a hard time of it, an' whisky's the best friend they've got."
But raging flames tempestuous souls invade: A fire which ev'ry windy passion blows; With pride it mounts, and with revenge it glows. And with REVENGE it shall glow! For, dost thou think, that if it were not from the hope, that this stupid family are all combined to do my work for me, I would bear their insults? This it is that makes my pride mount above my resentment.
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