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"I wish we knew more," she said. "Who was on this ship with Mr. Thayer? And who sent the news of his death home?" "Oh, I can tell you that," said Asaph. "'Twas some one-hoss doctor out there, gold minin' himself, he was. John died of a quick fever. Got cold and went off in no time. Seth remembered that much, though he couldn't remember the doctor's name.

And when the temple was finished, the priests, adorned with their accustomed garments, stood with their trumpets, while the Levites, and the sons of Asaph, stood and sung hymns to God, according as David first of all appointed them to bless God.

Hope you and Alicia had a nice time out West. How is she pretty smart?" Mr. Atkins smiled a bland, congressional smile. He approached the group by the fence and extended his hand. "Ah, Asaph!" he said; "it is you then? I thought so. And Bailey, too. It is certainly delightful to see you both again. Yes, my daughter is well, I thank you.

Phoebe Dawes had been called, by a vote of two to one, to teach the downstairs school. Asaph, aghast, rushed out of Simmons's store and up to the hill to the Cy Whittaker place. He found Captain Cy in the front yard. Mr. Myrick, school committeeman and house painter, was with him. "Hello, Ase!" hailed the captain. "What's the matter? Hasn't the tide come in this mornin'?"

Rooper, who had been leaning forward in his chair, his hands upon his knees, and his face glistening with his expressed feelings as brightly as the old-fashioned but shining silk hat which stood on the floor by his side, turned his head, grew red to the ears, and then sprang to his feet. "Asaph Scantle," he cried, with extended fist, "you have broke your word; you hindered."

Cap'n Cy didn't go after him to fetch him home. No, sir ee! not a fetch. Sent him a letter plumb to Melbourne and, says he: 'You've made your bed; now lay in it. Don't you never dast to come back to me or your ma, he says. And Whit didn't, he wan't that kind." "Pretty nigh killed the old lady Whit's ma that did," mused Asaph. "She died a little spell afterwards.

Asaph began to cure himself when, instead of saying, "All things are against me," he said, "This is my infirmity," my fault; I am enough to turn a beehive sour. His cure was almost perfect when he said, "I will remember the years of the right hand of the Most High." The cure for the blues is simple, then.

Asaph did not know it, but at this moment there was not one person in the whole world who thought kindly of him. His sister was so mortified by him that she was in tears in the house.

How well the characters were cast, and how well each acted his part, and what emotions the whole performance excited, let history, now and hereafter, tell. At a subsequent period, but before the Declaration of Independence, the Bishop of St. Asaph published a discourse, in which the following remarkable passages are found:

But it has always surprised me that nobody did come; but just at this minute the field's clear and the gate's open." "Well," said Mr. Rooper, "I'll think about it." "That's right," said Asaph, rubbing his knees with his hands. "That's right. But now tell me, Thomas Rooper, supposin' you get Marietta, what are you goin' to do for me?" "For you?" exclaimed the other.

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