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Strong's speech was, in fact, excellent; all he said was perfectly true, it was well-expressed, and his manner was easy, natural, and dignified. He was followed by William Cassius Clapp; the lawyer had been very anxious to speak at this meeting.
He confessed that his client had been guilty of folly in his boyhood; "but no one, gentlemen, can regret past misconduct more than Mr. Stanley; no son ever felt more deeply than himself, regret, that he could not have attended the death-bed of his father, received his last blessing, and closed his eyes for the last time!" Mr. Clapp then read parts of Mr.
The last speaker, however, after a stirring harangue, concluded with great feeling: "Ah disagrees wif capital punishment an' all dis heah talk 'bout sanity. Any pusson 'at c'mits murdeh ain't in a sanitary condition." "I got son in army," said a wrinkled old chief to United States Senator Clapp during his recent visit to an Indian reservation in Minnesota. "Fine," exclaimed the Senator.
"Why don't you do it, then?" sneered Clapp. "Because I have a family to support from my earnings you have only yourself." "It doesn't help me any; I can't save anything out of fifteen dollars a week." "You mean you won't," said Ferguson quietly. "No I don't. I mean I can't." "How do you expect I get along, then?
Clapp, his ex-clerk. Clapp remembered the time when, sitting on the edge of the chair, he tossed off a bumper to the health of "Mrs. S , Miss Emmy, and Mr. Joseph in India," at the merchant's rich table in Russell Square. Time magnified the splendour of those recollections in the honest clerk's bosom.
Clapp took off his hat, and running his hand through his hair, as he does so often, he said in a loud voice: "Well, Mr. Stanley, when do you go to Greatwood?" Happily, Harry saw us from the other side of the deck, and he instantly joined us. Of course we did not mention to him what had passed; and although Mr. Clapp was noisy and vulgar, yet he did not come so near us again."
'Silence, sir! thundered the Captain 'how dare you dispute my authority? I shall discharge whom I please, damn you; and you will do well if you are not discharged from your post for your interference. The indignant Captain demanded the name of the next prisoner, who confessed to the eccentric Scriptural cognomen of 'Numbers Clapp.
Luke Harrison understood the last allusion, and turned away abruptly. He had no wish to pay up the money which he owed Harry, and for this reason was sorry to see him in the village. He feared, if the conversation were continued, Harry would be asking for the money, and this would be disagreeable. At this moment John Clapp entered the bar-room.
This rather astounded the old gentleman. At this camp one day, Adjutant Clapp was having his haircut and accidently the barber nicked his ear a little.
"No, I'm not," said Harry, quietly. "I've found work in Centreville." "Gone back to pegging, have you? Whose shop are you in?" "I am in a different business." "You don't say! What is it?" asked Luke, with some curiosity. "I'm in the office of the 'Centreville Gazette. I'm going to learn the printing business." "You are? Why, I've got a friend in the office, John Clapp.
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