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They talk as if she were as hard to be found as a hare in a frosty morning. "'SEMP. But how to gain admission? Oh! she is found out then, it seems. "'But how to gain admission? for access Is giv'n to none but Juba and her brothers. But, raillery apart, why access to Juba? For he was owned and received as a lover neither by the father nor by the daughter. Well, but let that pass.
"Well, I'll have the pork and beans and brown-bread all hot on table agin you come back," said Miss Ruey, "and then after dinner we'll all go down to the funeral together. Mis' Pennel, there's one thing on my mind, what you goin' to call this 'ere boy?" "Father and I've been thinkin' that over," said Mrs. Pennel. "Wouldn't think of giv'n him the Cap'n's name?" said Aunt Ruey.
Some modern Coxcombs, who Retire to Think, 'cause they have nought to do; For Thoughts were giv'n for Actions Government, Where Action ceases, Thought Impertinent: The Sphere of Action is Life's Happiness, And he that Thinks beyond, Thinks like an Ass. Rochest. Poems, p. 9.
He is my own son, and of the issue of my loins, and I did always giv'n the best of advice. A had his whole feedin and breedin from me, and as a wus always fain to be a man of learnin why I taught him his letters meself; whereof I have now reason to be proud of 'n. But that is not whereof of a what I wus a goin to think to say.
Error-deluded as I was, against thee I rebelled, Intent on covetise alone and base ambitious greed; Yet hast thou pardon giv'n to one, the like of whom before Was never pardoned, though for him no one with thee did plead, And on a mother's bleeding heart hadst ruth and little ones, Like to the desert-grouse's young, didst pity in their need.
In pleasure wrapt, the parents stand, And see their little wings expand; The sire his life sustaining prize To each expecting bill applies; There fondly pours the wheaten spoil, With transport giv'n, though won with toil; While, all collected at the sight, And silent through supreme delight, The fair high heav'n of bliss beguiles, And on her lord and infants smiles.
It seems to us as if the very last accounts received from home, of his "shattered family," and the desolation that seemed to have settled upon the haunts of his childhood, had cut to the roots one feebly cherished hope, and produced the following exquisitely tender and mournful lines: "In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs and God has giv'n my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amid these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amid the swains to show my book-learn'd skill, Around my fire an ev'ning group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw; And as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew; I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return and die at home at last."
I have giv'n you my heart Like a rose full-blown, With crimson petals trembling apart It is all your own What will you do with it. Dearest, say? Keep it for ever or throw it away? Oh love, my love! I have giv'n you my life, Like a ring of gold; Symbol of peace in a world of strife, To have and to hold. What will you do with it, Dearest, say? Treasure it always, or throw it away? Oh love, my love!
Be not then exercis'd with care and sorrow, In making preparation for the morrow; The morrow shall things for itself prepare: Sufficient to the day is each day's care. Judge not that you may not be judg'd; for even As you pass judgment, judgment shall be giv'n: And with such measure as you mete to men, It shall be measured unto you again.
The meanness of the whole affair offended him two big, strong men vilifying a woman with no protector but her two hands. McGaw should never lift a shovel for him. Again the song floated out; this time it seemed nearer, ". . . wid McGeechy McGeechy of the Fourth." "Dan McGaw's giv'n it to you straight," said Lathers, stopping for a last word, his face thrust through the window again.
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