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'Th' owd mon stood to his gun, and wouldn't say "Yez" till I gave in; an' aw stood to mi gun, and to Betty an' o', an' towd her faither 'at aw were as good as ony on 'em. One day th' lass come to me wi' tears in her een, and said: "Malachi, didsto ever read Solomon's Song?" "Yi, forsure aw did. Why doesto ax me that question?" "Doesto remember th' seventh verse o' th' last chapter?" hoo said.
'It's grand, lass, isn't it? 'Yi, Matt, it is forsure. 'And them hills they're awlus slumberin', am't they? Doesto know, I sometimes wish I could be as quiet as they are. They fret noan; weet or fine, it's all th' same to them. 'They're a bit o'er quiet for me, lad. I'd rather hev a tree misel. It tosses, thaa knows, and tews i' th' tempest, and laughs i' th' sunleet, and fades i' autumn.
At last hoo said, 'Aw'll tell tho what, Robert; it's a quare-shaped 'un. It favvurs a yung mangle! Doesto think it'll be reet? 'Reet? said Robin, swipin' his ale off? 'oh, aye; it's reet enough. It's one of a new pattern, at's just com'd up. It's o' reet, Betty. Yo may see that bith hondle. 'Well, said Betty, 'if it's reet, it's reet.
'Well, I'm baan to wrostle wi' Him, an' if He flings me aw shannot ax yo' to pick me up, noather. 'Thaa mun say, "Thy will be done," Deborah. 'Nowe! never to th' deeath o' yon chilt. 'Doesto say thaa willn't? 'Yi, Amos, aw do! Then Amos turned away, groaning in spirit at the rebellious hearts of the children of men.
Was he not soaring far above theologies and domesticities, over continents traversed only by memory, amid ideals seen only with the eye of hope? But a woman's voice! what is there it cannot shatter and dispel? 'Enoch! Enoch! dun yo' yer? Doesto see th' parson? 'No, lass, I doan't, said he, taking the flute from his lips. 'I welly think he's forgetten us this time, Enoch.
And as I sat on th' bench i' th' garden same bench as yo' saw me sittin' on this afternoon my missis coome to th' dur, and hoo said, "Enoch, what doesto think?" "Nay, lass," I said, "I durnd know." "Why," hoo says, "I think as thaa's fotched aar Joe daan fro' heaven to hear thee playin'; he seems nearer to me naa nor he ever did sin' he left us." And so, ever afterwards, Mr.
'What! cried she, the old Calvinist life reasserting itself in her soul 'what! have the curses o' God getten howd o' me? 'Mother! It was the voice of Amanda, and its sound called back the ebbing tides of maternity as the clear notes of a bugle rally the dispirited and flying forces on an undecided field. 'Mother, will yo' draw that blind? 'What doesto want th' blind drawin' for, Amanda?
"Aw cannot say as 'ow I do. What is it?" "It's that," said hoo, puttin' her little Bible i' my hand. 'And when I tuk it aw read, "Many waters cannot quench love." "Well," aw sez, "what abaat that?" "Why," hoo cried, "thaa'rt lettin' Rehoboth waters quench thine." "Haa doesto mean?" aw axed. "Why, thaa willn't be dipped for me." Here Mr.
It's some like a human bein' is a tree. 'An' aw sometimes think there's summat very like th' Almeety i' th' hills. 'Doesto, Matt? 'Nay, lass, they're noan so far off. Didn't owd David say, "As th' mountens are raand abaat Jerusalem, so th' Lord is raand abaat His people"? 'He did, forsure. But didn't he say that a good man were like a tree planted by th' brookside?
Penrose, as I want ony friends. 'I think there's one Friend you cannot do without the one you recommended me to keep in the pulpit. Don't you think we need Him in the home as well? 'Ther's noabry kept Him aat o' aar haas, as I know on, hes ther, Sally? said Moses, turning to his wife. 'Doesto think 'at onybody's axed Him? she replied.
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