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Then, too, and it is what I chiefly regret, I had expended a vast deal of light and brilliancy on a representation of the street in its whole length, from Buffum's Corner downward, on the night of the grand illumination for General Taylor's triumph.
On an arch at Buffum's corner, was inscribed, "LAFAYETTE, the friend of Liberty, we welcome to the land of liberty. He did not forget us in our adversity In our prosperity we remember his services with gratitude." Near the above, another arch bore a likeness of Lafayette, surmounted by an eagle. "Near the avenue leading to the bridge at which, in February, 1775, Col.
At this there was a slight rumble in Mr. Buffum's throat. "Why, what made it rise so?" inquired the most interested and eldest Miss Buffum. "Now, ain't your purty eyes wide open?" said Jim. "You're jest fooling; you know you are," responded Miss Buffum, blushing. "Do ye see the ha'r on the back of my hand?" said Jim, patting one of those ample instruments with the other.
Almost at the same moment, the proprietor came out, buttoning his overcoat. Phipps leaped out, then followed his master into the wagon, who, taking the reins, drove off at a rattling pace up the long hill toward Tom Buffum's boarding-house. The road lay entirely outside of the village, so that the unusual drive was not observed. Arriving at the poor-house, Mr.
Norvic Bing, was a native of Denmark, that he was visiting America for the first time, and that, desiring a place where he could live in complete retirement, the writer had recommended Miss Buffum's house.
"You do? Well, then, here is what I came to say to you. The town-meeting comes to-morrow, and the town's poor are to be sold at auction, and to pass into Tom Buffum's hands again, unless you prevent it. I can't make a speech, and I can't vote. I never wanted to until now.
"No; you wanted legal possession of a property which would have made him rich; that's what it was, and you didn't get it, and you never will get it. He can't be cured, and he's been sent back, and is up at Tom Buffum's now, and I've seen him to-day." Miss Butterworth expected that this intelligence would stun Mr. Belcher, but it did not.
May his appetite never fail and his paunch never shrink!" He was seated near the top end of Miss Buffum's table when I first saw his good-natured face with its twinkling eyes, high cheekbones and broad, white forehead in strong contrast to the wizened, almost sour, visage of our landlady.
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