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"Daughter of wickedness!" shouted the Chylde, "break thy accursed spell; restore the fair form of my Agitha, else the blood of thy heart shall dissolve the charm." "Hearken, O Chylde," cried the enchantress; "thou subduer of kings, thou vanquisher of the strong sharp is thy sword, but against me it hath no power. Would it pierce the breast that suckled thee? the breast of her that bore thee?"
I need not say that I was suffering extremities of apprehension all this time; but still I could not refrain from a slight sympathetic smile of triumph as the others roared with laughter at my accurate analysis of my rival. "You'll pay for this, Mr. A. Bratley Chylde!" says Plickaman. So long as my Saccharissa was on my side, I felt no special fear of what my foes might do.
Mellasys, my defeated rival introduced the subject of politics. "I suppose you are a good Democrat, Mr. Chylde?" said one of the strangers. "No, I thank you," replied I, sportively, meaning, of course, that they should understand I was a good Aristocrat. "Who's your man for President?" my interlocutor continued, rather roughly.
Canaan was cursed with religious rigor on the Mellasys plantation at Bayou La Farouche. All this time Mellasys Plickaman had been my bête noir. I know nothing of politics. Were our country properly constituted, I should be in the House of Peers. The Chylde family is of sublime antiquity, and I am its head in America.
Now, the people of the land where the Chylde and his warriors landed, were stricken with terror at their approach. They fled before them, as sheep fly upon the hills when the howl of the hungry wolf is heard. He overthrew their king, he took possession of his kingdom. He took his crown, and he brought it to Ethelfrith, whose ambition was boundless as the sea.
I was silent, and bore the scornful looks of my persecutors with patience and dignity. Plickaman repeated the sentence. "But hear the rest," said he, and read on: "From what you say of her tinge of African blood and other charming traits, I have constructed this portrait of the future Mrs. Bratley Chylde, as the Hottentot Venus. Behold it!"
As I gave my name, I produced and presented my card. I was aware, that, with the uncultured, the possession of a card is a proof of gentility, as the wearing of a coat-of-arms proves a long line of distinguished ancestry. Mr. Mellasys took my card, studied it, and believed in it with refreshing naiveté. "I'm proud to know you, Mr. Chylde," said he.
Such sentimentalism is rank irreligion. I view the negro as a man permanently upon the rack, who is to be punished just as much as he will bear without diminishing his pecuniary value. And the allotted method of punishment is hard work, hard fare, the liberal use of the whip, and a general negation of domestic privileges." "Mr. Chylde," said Mr.
As a great wave rolleth in majesty to the shore, so advanced the warrior ships of Chylde Wynde, the subduer of heroes. The people came forth to meet him with a shout of joy. "He is come," they cried; "the favoured of the stars, the Chylde of the sharp sword, is come to deliver Agitha the beautiful, to break the spell of her enchantment." He heard the dark tale. His bosom heaved.
"Ah! a Southerner!" said I. "Pray, allow the harmless weed to serve as a token of amity between our respective sections." Mr. Mellasys grasped my hand. "Take a drink, Mr. ?" said he. "Bratley Chylde," rejoined I, filling the hiatus, "and I shall be most happy." The name evidently struck him. It was a combination of all aristocracy and all plutocracy.
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