"Zephirus eek, with his sweetë breeth" and many hearing it long to "goon on pilgrimages," or to the Maine woods to fish, or, waiting until the 19th, to leave Boston by boat and go up and down the shore to see how fared their summer cottages during the winter storms; some even imagine they have malaria and long for bitters as many men as many minds when
"But see, now," pondered Christie, "twa words fra a king thir titles are just breeth." "Of course," was the answer. "All titles are. What is popularity? ask Aristides and Lamartine the breath of a mob smells of its source and is gone before the sun can set on it. Now the royal breath does smell of the Rose and Crown, and stays by us from age to age." The story had warmed our marble acquaintance.
After you loaded the whiskey back on the wagon and got away to the woods, I went round an told her what I had seed an she bust out cryin an throwed her arms round my neck an said she loved you better than she did her own life an that she never would love any other man as long as breeth was in her body.