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"Because that little emmet o' doubt gets the better o' me every time. 'Tis like holdin' back from the Fifteen Balls: you feel sure in your own mind you'll be better wi'out the drink, but for your life you durstn't risk the disapp'intment. Over this matter I'll grant ye that I preaches what I can't practise. But my preachin' is sound.

I hadn't dwelt hyar amongst ye three days afore I was laywayed an' I hadn't give just offence ter no man so fur es I knows of." "But sence ye've done tuck up preachin' a gospel of peace," came the sneering suggestion from the fringe of the crowd, "I reckon ye're willin' ter lay thet grudge by like a good Christian an' turn t'other cheek, hain't ye?" Thornton wheeled, and his eyes flamed.

"Uncle Daniel," asked Robert, "are you still preaching?" "Yes, chile, I'se still firing off de Gospel gun." "I hear some of the Northern folks are down here teaching theology, that is, teaching young men how to preach. Why don't you study theology?" "Look a yere, boy, I'se been a preachin' dese thirty years, an' you come yere a tellin' me 'bout studying yore ologies.

"Pray think of it as favorably as you can," he said, as they shook hands at parting. "Putty nice kind of a man," remarked David when John came back; "putty nice kind of a man. 'Bout the only 'quaintance you've made of his kind, ain't he? Wa'al, he's all right fur 's he goes. Comes of good stock, I'm told, an' looks it. Runs a good deal to emptins in his preachin' though, they say.

"You wicked woman," said Calton, revolted at the malignity of the scheme. "You sacrificed an innocent girl for this." "None of yer preachin'," retorted the hag sullenly; "I ain't bin brought up for a saint, I ain't an' I wanted to pay 'im out 'e paid me well to 'old my tongue about my darter, an' I've got it 'ere," laying her hand on the pillow, "all gold, good gold an' mine, cuss me."

When I was a boy, I was always late to school: well father's preachin I didn't mind much, but I never could bear to hear mother say, 'Why Sam, are you actilly up for all day? Well, I hope your airly risin wont hurt you, I declare. What on airth is agoin to happen now? Well, wonders will never cease.

"I can't say as I do," answered the renegade, and those who heard him believed him. "But I'm agin this redskin preachin', an' hev been all along. The injuns are mad clear through, an' I ain't sayin' I've tried to quiet 'em any. This missionary work has got to be stopped, one way or another.

Am I right, Enright? "'Right as preachin', Jack, says Enright. 'You speaks trooth like a runnin' brook. "'But whoever sticks that notice? that's the information I pants for, says Boggs, pickin' up an' readin' of the piece. "'I reckons I posts that notice some myse'f, says a big, squar'-built gent we- alls don't know, an' who comes in the other mornin' with Old Monte on the stage.

Good bye. But mind, Sam, our dignity is at stake. Let's have no more of Socdolagers, or Preachin', or Clockmakin', or Hope pitchin' her tent. A word to the wise. Good bye. "Yes," said Mr. Slick, "I rather like Abednego's talk myself. I kinder think that it will be respectable to be Attache to such a man as that. But he is goin' out of town for some time, is the Socdolager.

Squire crep' up an' clapped his Sunday hat 'pon top of en. Took en into church. One o' the curate chaps was preachin' a timorous little fellah. By-'n'-by Squire slips out his rabbit. 'Wirroo, boys! Coorse en, coorse en we'll have en for dinner! Aw, a pretty dido! The curate fellah ran out to door an' the rabbit after en.