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Dods Garden," "A Looking Glasse for New England," and "The Origin of the Whalebone Petticoat a Satyr," end the monotonous list of poetry. Fully three-quarters of the entire number of publications proceeded from the prolific Mather stock, and of course bore the pompous, verbose, Mather traits of authorship.
Marcus Dods, when he was an old man, said: "I do not envy those who have to fight the battle of Christianity in the twentieth century." Then, after a moment, he added, "Yes, perhaps I do, but it will be a stiff fight."
There is a story that, on hearing of the Duke's illness, Ude exclaimed, "Ah, mon pauvre Duc, how much you shall miss me where you are gone!" About 1827, Mrs. Johnstone brought out her well-known contribution to this section of literature under the title of "The Cook and Housewife's Manual," veiling her authorship under the pseudonym of Mistress Margaret Dods, the landlady in Scott's tale of "St.
Flanders in the orchard because the orchard was a piece of Dods Hill enclosed; and Dods Hill dominated the village. No words can exaggerate the importance of Dods Hill.
You're taking out the one above it. 'I'll have 'em all for identification, Mr. Fishwick replied, wiping his forehead nervously. 'Sho! You have no need. 'I think I will. 'What, all? 'Well, the one before and the one after. 'Dods! man, but that will be fifteen shillings! the clerk cried, aghast at such extravagance. 'You'll only charge for the entry I want? the lawyer said with an effort.
She is coming here. I have followed her. He selects one and scratching a match touches it to the cigarette. DIVINE: I shall wait. Several hours pass. There is no sound except an occasional cackle or hiss from the dods as they quarrel among themselves. DIVINE: It's very quiet here. MR. ICKY: Yes, very quiet.... Here I am! Ulsa did what? I'd reyther not. Let's come to an understanding.
"Tommy, hearken to this, a light has been burning in Double Dykes and the door swinging open a' day! I saw it mysel', and so did Willum Dods." "Did you go close?" "Na faags! Willum was hol'ing and I was lifting, so we hadna time in the daylight, and wha would venture near the Painted Lady's house on sic a night?"
MR. ICKY, quaintly dressed in the costume of an Elizabethan peasant, is pottering and doddering among the pots and dods. He is an old man, well past the prime of life, no longer young, From the fact that there is a burr in his speech and that he has absent-mindedly put on his coat wrongside out, we surmise that he is either above or below the ordinary superficialities of life.
Indeed he was well on his way there, having left the tram, and seeing Dods Hill to the south-east, green against a blue sky that was suffused with dust colour on the horizon. He was marching up the hill. In spite of his lameness there was something military in his approach. Mrs.
It has been read many times, and must be read again to-day. For even those who cannot go as far as Dr. Marcus Dods in pronouncing it 'one of the greatest religious books ever written' will at least agree that in religious feeling, spiritual insight and evangelical intensity, it is among the most noble and most notable of our English classics.
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