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Then she has a beautiful little plot of forget-me-nots; but, above a', it wad do your honor's heart gude to see the beautiful bed she has of sweet-william and love-lies-bleeding." "Ay, ay! love-lies-bleeding; no doubt but she'll take care of that.
This, though slight encouragement, was still, in Honor's opinion, quite as much as, if not more, than she expected.
"Huzza for noble Colonel B the rale Irish gintlemen, that wouldn't see his tenants put upon by a villain! Huzza! Hell resave yees, shout! Huzza! Huzza! Huzza! Huz tundher-an'-ounze, my voice is cracked! Where's his coach? where's his honor's coach? Come, boys, out wid it, out wid it! Tattheration to yees, come! We'll dhraw it to the divil, to hell an' back agin, if it plases him!
"I couldn't get John Sexton to go back with me till this morning, and I didn't like to go alone, and so we went this morning; and what do you think I found? I found his honor's coffin turned round, and the cane broke in two. Here's the cane!" "Ah!" screamed the widow, "take it away, take it away!"
We go to Him in sackcloth, but we leave His presence in purity's robe of snow, in honor's stainless purple, in the heavenly blue of the holiness of truth. The Spirit of the Lord God is upon Him, that He may give to the mourners in Zion beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness. II. We consider the recognition by revelation of sorrow.
She is either entirely innocent, or she had an accomplice, whose voice she recognized; and this clue should be investigated." The District Solicitor rose and bowed to the Magistrate. "With your Honor's permission, I should like to ask the prisoner whom she expected to see, when she recognized the voice?" "A person who is very dear to me, but who is not in the United States."
This candidate for Protestantism had neither shoe nor stocking on him, but stalked in, leaving the prints of his colossal feet upon the hall through which he passed. "Well, friend, what is wrong with you? why did'nt you rub your filthy feet, sir, before you entered the room? You have soiled all my carpet." "I beg your honor's parding," said the huge fellow; "I'll soon cure that."
"But" said Miss Bruce-Drummond, her mouth close to Honor's ear "you haven't won, have you?" "Not yet!" Honor shouted. "Wait!" She began to sing with the rest: You can't beat L. A. High! You can't beat L. A. High! Use your team to get up steam, But you can't beat L. A. High! It was gay, mocking, scatheless, inexorable. You couldn't beat L. A. High. Honor swayed and swung to it.
The shepherd said nothing, but poor Mary colored and hung down her head, saying, "Indeed, sir, it is not my fault; I did beg my husband to allow himself a bit of meat to-day out of your honor's bounty; but he was too good to do it, and it is all for my sake." The shepherd seemed unwilling to come to an explanation, but Mr. Johnson desired Mary to go on.
With US there's no bitter, wicked, quarling of this sort. WE don't hate our children, or bully our mothers, or wish 'em ded when they're sick, as this Dairywoman says kings and queens do. When we're writing to our friends or sweethearts, WE don't fill our letters with nasty stoaries, takin away the carricter of our fellow-servants, as this maid of honor's amusin' moral frend does.
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