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"Blur an' agers!" exclaimed Neal one day, when half tipsy in the fair, "am I never to get a bit o' figtin'? Is there no cowardly spalpeen to stand afore Neal Malone? Be this an' be that, I'm blue-mowlded for want of a batin'! I'm disgracin' my relations by the life I'm ladin'! Will none o' ye fight me aither for love, money, or whisky, frind or inimy, an' bad luck to ye?
Mrs Sliderskew didn't know, but suggested that it was possibly because they couldn't help it. 'Measles, rheumatics, hooping-cough, fevers, agers, and lumbagers, said Mr Squeers, 'is all philosophy together; that's what it is. The heavenly bodies is philosophy, and the earthly bodies is philosophy.
"Why blur and agers," rejoined the upholder of science, "sure he met the Scotch steward that the lord beyant has, one day, that I hear is a wondherful edicated man, and was brought over here to show us all a patthern, well, Pether Kelly met him one day, and, by gor, he discoorsed him to a degree that the Scotch chap hadn't a word left in his jaw."
'Oh, blur an agers, thin, it's welcome you are, Micky asthore, says Jim; 'how is all wid the man an' the woman beyant? says he. 'Oh! says Micky, 'bad enough, says he; 'the ould man's jist aff, an' if you don't hurry like shot, says he, 'he'll be in glory before you get there, says he. 'It's jokin' ye are, says Jim, sorrowful enough, for he was mighty partial to his uncle intirely.
"Truly," thought he, "it's but a step from sentiment to bathos. 'Fevers an' agers' instead of disappointed love! Boneset tea and a mustard foot-bath for a broken heart! I really must pull myself together." This perfect unconsciousness of the simple household was helpful to the young man.
You're gittin' peaky ez a sick kitten, an' saller ez a punkin; you'll be down with fevers an' agers nex'. You need dosin' on boneset an' life-evehlastin', an' I'll brew you a cupful this very night.
how justly set and felicitously worded the rural picture of the opening! how riotous the famous irruption of the New Agers! how adequate the quiet-moral of the end, that the Past is as the Present, and more also! And then he went and wrote about Bottles! "Progress," with a splendid opening "The master stood upon the mount and taught He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes,"
Drink it bilin' hot, then soak yer feet in hot watah with a lot o' mustard pounded up in it; then go to bed an' sweat it out, an' you'll be all right by mawnin'. Thar's nothin' lak a good sweat to drive fevers an' agers outen the systum." Abner thanked his kindly hostess, but could not help laughing secretly at her diagnosis and prescription.
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