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But diet, bathing, etc. etc., followed uniformly, will wean him from his folly so fear not. Yours, HORACE GREELEY. "But alas, it was too late, gentlemen too late. The criminal delay had done its work young Beazely was no more. His spirit had taken its flight to a land where all anxieties shall be charmed away, all desires gratified, all ambitions realized.
"When the Barons rose, they neglected to provide a remedy for an unforeseen nuisance, and I suppose this literary partnership of Master & Servant, Limited, will always exist. The envelope had been resealed, I saw when it reached me, but Beazely had no more expression in his face than the Sphinx. My letters, however, were not tampered with for about a week." Mrs.
The child had been weaned, and removed to the cottage, where it occupied much of the attention of the old housekeeper and Forster, who, despairing of its ever being reclaimed, determined to bring it up as his own. Mrs Beazely, the housekeeper, was a good-tempered woman, long past the grand climacteric, and strongly attached to Forster, with whom she had resided many years.
Their departure was deeply felt both by Forster and his charge; and before they could recover from the loss, another severe trial awaited them in the death of Mrs Beazely, who, full of years and rheumatism, was gathered to her fathers.
Under these circumstances, when applied to, Mrs Beazely, who was too conscientious to mislead the child, was accustomed to place her hand upon her back, and complain of the rheumatiz "Such a stitch, my dear love, can't talk now ask your pa when he comes home." Edward Forster had maturely weighed the difficulties of the charge imposed upon him, that of educating a female.
Do, pray, Mr Forster, tell me all about it." "As soon as I am dressed, Mrs Beazely," replied Mr Forster, making a movement indicative that he was about to "turn out," whether or no, and which occasioned Mrs Beazely to make a hasty retreat. In a few minutes Forster made his appearance in the parlour, where he found both the kettle and the housekeeper boiling with impatience.
"Faithful," the Newfoundland dog, is no more, but his portrait hangs over the mantel-piece in the little parlour. Mrs Beazely, the housekeeper, has become inert and querulous from rheumatism and the burden of added years. A little girl, daughter of Robertson, the fisherman, has been called in to perform her duties, while she basks in the summer's sun or hangs over the winter's fire.
But diet, bathing, etc. etc., followed uniformly, will wean him from his folly so fear not. Yours, HORACE GREELEY. "But alas, it was too late, gentlemen too late. The criminal delay had done its work young Beazely was no more. His spirit had taken its flight to a land where all anxieties shall be charmed away, all desires gratified, all ambitions realized.
Why should I leave so soon? I'm not afraid of being here, or lying by his side alone: I've seen other people die. I saw Mrs Beazely die I saw poor 'Faithful' die; and now, they all are dead," said Amber, bursting into tears, and burying her face in William Aveleyn's bosom.
Let me have my breakfast as soon as you can, for I must be off again to the cove. I did not intend to have slept so late." "Why, what's in the wind now, Mr Forster?" said the old lady, borrowing one of his nautical phrases. "If you wish to know, Mrs Beazely, the sooner you allow me to get out of bed, the sooner I shall be able to give you the information you require."
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