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'Be quiet, can't you? said Sam; 'I never see such a old magpie never! 'That 'ere Tony is the blessedest boy, said Mr.
"But de blessedest man in de world oughter know de truth; dat's what I tink!" "Yes, true enough!" said Miss Prissy. "I'll tell him, anyway." Miss Prissy was as good as her word; for that evening, when the Doctor had retired to his study, she took her life in her hand, and, walking swiftly as a cat, tapped rather timidly at the study-door, which the Doctor opening said, benignantly,
"When your wretched, abominable roads, my dear, dry up so that a body can walk without sinking up to their neck in mud " ran Miss Felicia's letter in answer to Ruth's invitation, "I'll come down for the night," and she did, bringing Ruth half of her laces, now that she was determined to throw herself away on "that good-for nothing Yes, Jack, I mean you and nobody else, and you needn't stand there laughing at me, for every word of it's true; for what in the world you two babes in the wood are going to live on no mortal man knows;" Ruth answering with her arm tight around the dear lady's neck, a liberty nobody, not even Peter, ever dared take and a whisper in her ear that Jack was the blessedest ever, and that she loved him so sometimes she was well-nigh distracted a statement which the old lady remarked was literally true.
When Garrison was locked up in the Boston city jail he said he had two delightful companions, a good conscience and a cheerful mind. "To live as always seeing The invisible Source of things, Is the blessedest state of being, For the quietude it brings." "Away with those fellows who go howling through life," wrote Beccher, "and all the while passing for birds of paradise!
Gracie knows, but does not enlighten me. Flossy, dear, could you give me a little wholesome advice, do you think? I wonder, sometimes, whether I was not too complacent over my proposed duties. Such schemed as I had! I was going to be the blessedest step-mother that girl ever had. That would not be saying much, possibly.
You little know what you've lost, the blessedest, sweetest, ah, and the cleverest creature, too, as ever I set eyes on. 'But, Mrs Caffyn, said Frank, with much emotion, 'it was not I who left her, you know it was not, and, and even The word 'now' was coming, but it did not come. 'Ah, said Mrs Caffyn, with something like scorn, 'I know, yes, I do know.
There was nothing to keep me now, and a few minutes later I quietly lifted Marry-me-quick's latch, stepped into the room, and observed at once that Mistress Waynflete's look imported news. "Now, little mother," said I to Mistress Tonks, "supper's the blessedest word I know." "And the rabbit-stew's as good as done by now," she said, and went into the back room to dish it up.
He told them he was a pirate been a pirate for thirty years out in the Indian Ocean and his crew was thinned out considerable last spring in a fight, and he was home now to take out some fresh men, and thanks to goodness he'd been robbed last night and put ashore off of a steamboat without a cent, and he was glad of it; it was the blessedest thing that ever happened to him, because he was a changed man now, and happy for the first time in his life; and, poor as he was, he was going to start right off and work his way back to the Indian Ocean, and put in the rest of his life trying to turn the pirates into the true path; for he could do it better than anybody else, being acquainted with all pirate crews in that ocean; and though it would take him a long time to get there without money, he would get there anyway, and every time he convinced a pirate he would say to him, "Don't you thank me, don't you give me no credit; it all belongs to them dear people in Pokeville camp-meeting, natural brothers and benefactors of the race, and that dear preacher there, the truest friend a pirate ever had!"
"Well," said Miss Prissy, "I guess tonight, before I go to bed, I'll make a dive at him. When a thing's once out, it's out, and can't be got in again, even if people don't like it; and that's a mercy, anyhow. It really makes me feel 'most wicked to think of it, for he is the most blessedest man!" "Dat's what he is" said Candace.
To a man under the dismay of existence dissociated from power, unrooted in, unshadowed by a creating Will, who is Love, the Father of Man to him who knows not being and God together, the idea of death a death that knows no reviving, must be, and ought to be the blessedest thought left him. "O land of shadows!" well may such a one cry!
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