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On the first dismissal of Donohan, Fleda hoped for a good turn of affairs. But Mr. Rossitur, disgusted with his first experiment, resolved this season to be his own head man; and appointed Lucas Springer the second in command, with a possé of labourers to execute his decrees. It did not work well. Mr.

"Dear aunty! that is nothing God will teach you if you ask him; he has promised. Oh ask him, aunt Lucy! I know you would be happier! I know it is better a million times! to be a child of God than to have everything in the world If they only brought us that, I would be very glad of all our troubles! indeed I would!" "But I don't think I ever did anything right in my life!" said poor Mrs. Rossitur.

"The worship of Ceres? I remember he used to be devoted to Apollo and the Muses." "Are they rival deities?" "Why I have been rather of the opinion that they were too many for one house to hold," said Thorn, glancing at Mr. Rossitur. "But perhaps the Graces manage to reconcile them." "Did you ever hear of the Graces getting supper?" said Fleda. "Because Ceres sometimes sets them at that work.

Rossitur sprang out of bed, and rushed to her daughter's room. Fleda hid her face in the bed to cry for a moment's passionate indulgence in weeping while no one could see. But a moment was all. There was work to do, and she must not disable herself.

Rossitur set forth his errand. "Well, and so you're looking for help, eh?" said uncle Joshua when he had heard him through. "Yes sir, I want help." "And a team too?" "So I have said, sir," Mr. Rossitur answered rather shortly. "Can you supply me?" "Well, I don't know as I can," said the old man, rubbing his hands slowly over his knees. "You ha'n't got much done yet, I s'pose?" "Nothing.

Fleda was lying upon a sort of rude couch which had been spread for her, where she had been sleeping incessantly ever since she arrived, the hour of dinner alone excepted. Mrs. Carleton repeated her question. "I am afraid Mr. Carleton must be tired," said Fleda, without opening her eyes. "That means that you are, don't it?" said Rossitur. "No," said Fleda gently. Mr.

No doubt aunt Miriam's courtesy had not been taught by a dancing master, and her brown-satin gown had seen many a fashion come and go since it was made, but a lady was in both; and while Rossitur covertly smiled, Mr. Carleton paid his sincere respect where he felt it was due. Little Fleda's quick eye hardly saw, but more than half felt, the difference. Mr.

"My unhappy cousin is said to be a fairy, Ma'am," said Mr. Rossitur; "and I presume all this may be referred to enchantment." "That face of Marie Antoinette's," said Mr. Carleton, smiling, "is an undisciplined one uneducated." "Uneducated!" exclaimed Mrs. Carleton.

'I ask no red and white To make up my delight, No odd becoming graces, Black eyes, or little know-not-what in faces." "What do you want then?" said Charlton, half laughing at him, though his friend was perfectly grave. "A cool eye, and a mind in it." "A cool eye!" said Rossitur. "Yes. Those we have left behind us are arrant will-o'the-wisps dancing fires no more."

Rossitur, she is right," said that gentleman; "a fallacy might as well elude Ithuriel's spear as the sense of a pure spirit there is no need of written codes. Make your apologies, man, and confess yourself in the wrong." "Pho, pho," said the old gentleman, "she don't take it very much to heart, I guess I ought to be the one to make the apologies," he added, looking at Fleda's face.