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Read at a meeting of the Essex Club, in Boston, November, 1885. AMESBURY, 11th Mo., 10, 1885. I AM sorry that I cannot accept thy invitation to attend the meeting of the Essex Club on the 14th inst. I should be glad to meet my old Republican friends and congratulate them on the results of the election in Massachusetts, and especially in our good old county of Essex.
After I'se done lamented till my heart's broke, I passes in my resignation, an' now I'se gone an' done attach myse'f to d' Mefodis'. Thar's a deal mo' sunshine among d' Mefodis' folks, an' d' game's a mighty sight easier. All you does is get sprunkled, an' thar you be, in wid d' sheep, kerzip! "In less'n a month Tom opens up on them religious topics once more.
Uncle Mo kept looking at his watch, and saying that if this here lady meant to turn up, she had better look alive. Being reproved for impatience by Aunt M'riar, he said very good, then he'd stop on to the hour. Only it was no use runnin' through the day like this, and nothing coming of it, as you might say. This was only the way he preferred of expressing impatience for the visit.
He looked so dreadfully downcast at this, that Miss Grahame was driven to the conclusion that the subject was dangerous. She could not, however, resist saying: "He must know some time, you know, Mr. Wardle. Surely you would never have Dave grow up uneducated?" "Not so sure about that, ma'am!" said Uncle Mo, shaking a dubious head.
The pictures are mainly of the mo- dern French school, and I remember nothing but a powerful, though disagreeable specimen of Henner, who paints the human body, and paints it so well, with a brush dipped in blackness; and, placed among the paintings, a bronze replica of the charming young David of Mercie.
How do you think I could pick up this blinking lingo quick?" "Make violent love to Toinette and ask her to teach you. There's nothing like it," said Doggie. "Who's Toinette?" "The nice old lady in the kitchen." Mo flung his arm away. "Oh, go and boil yourself!" said he. But the making of love to the old woman in the kitchen led to possibilities of which Mo Shendish never dreamed.
"'I didn' mean no harm by sleep'n in de barn las' night, Marse Dugal', sez 'e, 'en' ef yer'll let me off dis time, I won' nebber do so no mo'.
I tell you dat's bad. O, I cry myself nearly to deff 'bout my chilien; but all do no good; dey done gone; I neber see dem any mo'. If I was to, dey would not know me, an' me not know dem; so no good now to cry any mo'; dey be all dead, maybe hope dey am den dey work for de Laud and Master all de time, and not be worked all de time fo' de people for nuffin' an' doin' no good.
His hearers, swaying their bodies and performing all sorts of eccentric antics, cried aloud in confirmation of the benefits bestowed upon Mo by its queen. "The secrets, too, of chemistry have been laid open by her," continued the diminutive priest. "Inert matter is engaged in warlike commotion and she hath brought fire down from the heavens to entertain her.
Uncle Mo showed ignorance of gardening, saying it might grow itself on again if you giv' it a chance; not if you kep' on at it like that. Dave disagreed with this view, but respectfully. His Hospital experience had taught him the use of ligatures; and he kept on at it, obtaining from Mrs. Burr a length of her wide toyp to tie it in position. If limbs healed up under treatment, why not vegetation?
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