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But a peremptory summons from an animated nursery forbids my lingering longer in this fruitful field. I can only add an instance of corroborating testimony from each member of the circle originating this essay. The Dominie loq. "Sha'n't have anything to do with it! It's a wicked thing!
"Wal, now, boys, ye've done a nice lot o' flax, and I guess we'll go up to yer grand'ther's cellar and git a mug o' cyder. Talkin' always gits me dry." Scene. The shady side of a blueberry-pasture. Sam Lawson with the boys, picking blueberries. Sam, loq.
"The secret was, that two packages lay in father's office, one for me, the other for those everlasting freedmen. John was to forward mine. He had taken up the box to write my address on it, when the yellow bundle tumbled off the desk at his feet and scared the wits out of his head. So I came in for father's secondhand clothes, and the Ethiopians had the 'goodies'!" Repentant Dominie loq.
If it were not for Joseph's positive assertion to the contrary, I should be of the opinion that his cup of divination conjured itself deliberately and sinfully into innocent Benjamin's sack." Student loq. Sure I had on my 'Armstrong' hat when I left home, sure as fate; but when I went to pull it off, by the crown, of course, to bow to pretty girl, I smashed in my beaver!
How it got there don't know. Knocked it off. Pretty girl picked it up and handed it to me. Confounded things, any way!" Young divine loq. "While I was in the army, I was in Washington on 'leave' for two or three days. One night, at a party, I became utterly bewildered in an attempt to converse, after long desuetude, with a fascinating woman.
I suppose the truth was that the poor man's handkerchiefs were "on a strike," and thrust forward this homespun stocking to bring him to terms." School-girl, No. 2, loq. "My last term at F., I was expecting a box of 'goodies' from home. So when the message came, 'An express-package for you, Miss Fanny! I invited all my specials to come and assist at the opening.
A recent number of the Adelaide Punch has a caricature entitled ''Igh Art in Adelaide, which though of course a caricature, is worth quoting as showing how the wind blows: 'Tallowfat, pointing to a picture in a dealer's shop, loq.: "What's the price of that there thing with the trees and the 'ut in the distance?" Tallowfat: "Twenty tomfools!" "What d'ye take me for?
To be sure, I do remember, when I was a little boy, I used to throw stones at the chip-basket when it upset the cargo I had just laded, and it was a great relief to my feelings too. Besides, you've told stories about me which were anything but true. I don't remember anything about that sack." Lady-visitor loq. "The first time I was invited to Mr.
I went stumbling on, amazing her more and more, until finally I covered myself with glory by the categorical statement that in my opinion General McClellan could 'never get across the Peninsula without a fattle; I beg pardon, Madam! what I mean to say is, without a bight." School-girl loq. "When Uncle was President, I was at the White House at a state-dinner one evening.
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