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Oh, my poor lass, how hard she tried to pray fur me, Mester yes, fur me, as she lay theer wi' her arms round her dead babby's grave, an' her cheek on th' grass as grew o'er his breast. 'Lord God-a'-moighty, she says, 'help us dunnot gi' us up dunnot, dunnot. We conna do 'thowt thee now, if th' time ever wur when we could.

Ethelwyn, who loved kittens devotedly, was melted to the verge of tears by his wailing appeals in a minor key; so she cuddled him and fed him on Lady Babby's creamy, foamy milk. In the intervals of eating, however, he still wailed like a lost soul. "The critter don't stop crying long enough to catch a mouse," said cook, eyeing the disconsolate bundle of grief with strong disfavor.

He'd rock it be th' hour on his knees, an' talk nonsense to it, an' sing it songs, 'Aha, 'twas there I met a maiden, an' 'Th' Wicklow Mountaineer, an' 'Th' Rambler fr'm Clare, an' 'O'Donnel Aboo, croonin' thim in th' little babby's ears, an' payin' no attintion to th' poorin' thunder above his head, day an' night, day an' night, poor soul.

"`Oh! sir, said she, clasping her hands, `I've bin an' left my passel, a brown paper one it was, on the seat at the last station, an' there was a babby's muffler in it the sweetest thing as ever was an' f-fi' pun t-ten, on'y one sh-shillin' was b-bad boo-hoo!

But he went again, and the second lecture, on the origin of the Gospels, got hold of him, especially as it supplied him with a whole armory of new arguments in support of Hume's doctrine of conscience, and in defiance of 'that blatin' creetur, Reid'. The thesis with which Robert, drawing on some of the stores supplied him by the Squire's book, began his account i.e. the gradual growth within the limits of history of man's capacity for telling the exact truth fitted in, to the Scotchman's thinking, so providentially with his own favorite experimental doctrines as against the 'intueetion' folks, 'who will have it that a babby's got as moch mind as Mr.

We've seen more sport aboard this blame little packet than the rest of the Fleet together. Clear'd the Channel, be God, we ave! prowlin up and down, snow and blow, fog and shine, like a rampin champin lion. Why, sir, we've fought a first-rate from Portland Bill to Dead Man's Bay this blame little boat you could sail in a babby's bath!

"Oh! you little monster!" exclaimed a woman, "you have put out my babby's eye." There was a murmur; almost a groan. "Whose baby's hurt?" asked Master Joseph in a softened tone. "Mine, sir," said an indignant voice; "Mary Church." "Oh!

He hadn't a stitch o' clothes on, and his skin shone like a babby's. Look young? Why the only thing I knew about 'im was his voice! And he came a-bounding over the rocks as if he was made of injy-rubber. And his face was all a-shinin' it made me think o' pictures o' hangels to see him. "'Jim! Jim! he sings out; half a-laughing and 'alf sobbing, 'it's true! it's true! look at me I'm young agin!

"Let me take your hood and shawl, won't you?" "Waal, while I set; is the babby's well as usual?" with a keen glance at the little fellow, who was happily dragging a pasteboard cart on spool wheels about the floor. "Very well, thank you; and grows so fast! He walks nicely now, and can say 'Monnie, and 'Mawta, and 'Wawa, that's me, besides several other words." "H'm; got any flannils onto him?"

Mrs Bright opened her eyes to their widest, also her mouth, and dropped the Billy-garments. Mrs Davidson's buttery hands became motionless; so did the "babby's" tarry visage. For three seconds this lasted. Then the captain said, in the deepest bass notes he ever reached "Sister Nellie!"

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