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For my part, I am glad to find men better than their professions. But this," he added with his genial smile, "is more of a sermon, very likely, than you heard at church." "I at least agree with it better than the one I heard at church this morning. The preacher patronized the Deity so that he shocked me." "That troubles me at church," Herman assented; "preachers are so irreverent."
On all these things the sun shone with a genial smile. Round the corner, in Shaftesbury Avenue, an east wind was doing its best to pierce the hardened hides of the citizenry; but it did not penetrate into Little Gooch Street, which, facing south and being narrow and sheltered, was enabled practically to bask.
No matter how severe the conflicts which raged outside, within his family the stern chancellor of ``blood and iron'' seemed to disappear; and in his place came the kindly, genial husband, father, and host. The last time I ever saw him was at the Sch<o:>nhausen station on my way to Bremen. He walked slowly from the train to his carriage, leaning heavily on his stick.
He represented the newspaper, and the newspaper for this man of genial assumptions represented well, all other representations whatever. To know Delia and Francie thus attended by an editor or a correspondent was really to see them dancing in the central glow. This is doubtless why Mr. Dosson had slightly more than usual his air of recovering slowly from a pleasant surprise.
The effect was of entering a warm, genial atmosphere, where grace and good will were on every side; a change very noticeable from the cold and careless habit of things up stairs. And grace is not a misapplied epithet; for these children of a luxurious and beauty-loving race, even in their bondage had not forgotten all traces of their origin.
Here, in addition to Fraulein von Rhaden, I met the lady next to her in rank, Fraulein von Stahl, as well as a genial old gentleman, who was introduced to me as General von Brebern, for many years one of the Grand Duchess's closest friends.
Lee's army confronted him on the other side of the Rappahannock with seventy-five thousand men. A great battle was impending. Burnside had reluctantly assumed command. He was a gallant, genial, cultured soldier, a gentleman of the highest type, a pure, unselfish patriot with not a trace of vulgar ambition or self-seeking.
From the northeast, up the Yellowstone, Terry of Fort Fisher fame, the genial, the warm-hearted general, whose thoughts are ever with his officers and men, leads his few hundred footmen, while Custer, whose division has flashed through battery after battery, charge after charge, in the great Rebellion, now rides at the head of a single regiment.
Just now the lump in his throat would not have allowed him to eat soup, let alone a rather hard biscuit, but he looked up with a laugh and waved a genial salute to the trooper, who as genially responded. Virgie, however, had become quite single minded since she had discovered food, and with a happy sigh she raised the biscuit to her lips.
"Have you seen Job Braden, Mr. Crewe?" he asked, with genial jocoseness. "They tell me that Job is still alive and kicking over in your parts." "Thank you, Senator," said Mr. Crewe, "that brings me to the very point I wish to emphasize. Everywhere in Leith I am met with the remark, 'Have you seen Job Braden? And I always answer, 'No, I haven't seen Mr. Braden, and I don't intend to see him."
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