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I've been in trainin' for this meetin'. I've had to endure storms, rain, tempest, and dangers seen and unseen, for it wor that dark on th' road I could hardly see mysen, so, loike a returned missionary, I think I ought to let yo' knaw some'at abaat my trials." I thowt as I wor comin' I would mak' it as easy as I could for mysen, so I borrowed aar neighbour's mule.
Amos Entwistle talks abaat that sarmon naa, and tells bits on it o'er to th' childer i' th' catechism class, and then maks 'em ged it off by heart. How long old Joseph would have continued in this strain it is hard to say, had not Mr. Morell, who did not seem to care to hear more of his pulpit deliverance of other days, silenced him by demanding the vestry keys.
And then he puffed away at his short clay, and kept on chuckling until he felt quite sick with misery. "He's the right sort, so he is," said Bill, "and no two ways abaat it." "Right yer are," said Jemmy. "'E's the sort o' pal for me, and no error."
That afternoon, when Matt and Miriam returned from Rehoboth, they found old Deborah less than the little child she watched over; for she, too, had not only become as a little child, but, as she said, least among the little ones. 'So yo' want to know haa aw geet hand o' my missus, dun yo', Mr. Penrose? Well, if hoo'll nobbud be quiet while aw'm abaat it, aw'll tell yo'.
Then the old enemy would beset him, and say what an old fool he was to think he could preach; that the people only laughed at him and made sport of his sayings, and that he had better give up preaching, and try no more. But Abe would say, "Why, devil, thaa 'rt vary much troubled abaat my praaching; if I'm such an old fool as thaa mak's aat, I canna do the' so much harm."
Hoo thinks a mighty lot o' parsons, I con tell yo'. Hoo's never reet but when hoo's oather listenin' to 'em or feedin' 'em, and the old man quietly broke into a laugh. 'An' dun yo' know what he sez abaat parsons, Mr. Penrose? I mud as weel tell tales abaat him naa he's started tellin' tales abaat me. Mr.
"Aw cannot say as 'ow I do. What is it?" "It's that," said hoo, puttin' her little Bible i' my hand. 'And when I tuk it aw read, "Many waters cannot quench love." "Well," aw sez, "what abaat that?" "Why," hoo cried, "thaa'rt lettin' Rehoboth waters quench thine." "Haa doesto mean?" aw axed. "Why, thaa willn't be dipped for me." Here Mr.
In a little while Matt's mother came downstairs with hopelessness written on every line of her hard face. 'Thaa'll hev to mak' up thi mind to say good-bye to Miriam, lad. Hoo's noan baan to howd aat much longer. Hoo's abaat done, poor lass! 'Yo' mornd talk like that to me, mother, or I'll put yo' aat o' the haase. I'm noan baan to say good-bye to Merry yet, by I' ammot!
'Then yo've yerd naught abaat Moses Fletcher? 'Nowe; nor I durnd want. When yo' cornd yer owt good abaat a mon yo'd better yer naught at all. 'But I've summat good to tell thee abaat owd Moses. 'Nay, lad, I think nod. Th' Etheop cornd change his skin, nor th' leopard his spots. 'But Moses hes ged'n aat o' his skin, and changed it for a gradely good un and o'.
'Why, yo' know as weel as aw do, Mr. Penrose. Sin' I yerd yo' talk abaat Him as gies liberally, I thought aw'd do a bit on mi own accaant. 'There, now, said Dr. Hale, 'the snow is beginning to stay, is it not?
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