Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 13, 2025
I have no doubt that if the good Father of Boston Seamen was proud of any personal thing, it was of the excellent answer he is said to have given to some Methodists who objected to his friendship for Emerson. In 1830, Emerson took part in the services at the ordination of the Reverend H.B. Goodwin as Dr. Ripley's colleague.
Goodwin forcibly remarks, "These waters had been navigated by Gosnold, Smith, and various English and French explorers, whose descriptions and charts must have been familiar to a veteran master like Jones. Of course he knew that by standing well out, and then southward in the clear sea, he would be able to bear up for the Hudson.
"There is an American colony," said Goodwin, gazing at her in some wonder. "Some of the members are all right. Some are fugitives from justice from the States. I recall two exiled bank presidents, one army paymaster under a cloud, a couple of manslayers, and a widow arsenic, I believe, was the suspicion in her case.
I had almost forgotten I had a great-aunt." "The money has been sent to me, Joe," continued the deacon. "I'm ready to pay it over to you when you want it, but I hope you won't spend it foolish." "I don't think I shall, Deacon Goodwin." "It wouldn't take long to spend it, Joe," said the deacon. "Do you want me to keep it for you?" "I don't know," said Joe; "I haven't had time to think.
I had a faint memory of Miss Goodwin's saying that she had been deceived, and I suggested a plan of holding aloof until she had warned the princess of my perfect recovery, to leave it at her option to see me. 'Yes, Miss Goodwin assented: 'if you like, Harry. Her compassion for me only tentatively encouraged the idea. 'It would, perhaps, be right. You are the judge. If you can do it.
All the pictures of President Miraflores represent him as the possessor of a luxuriant supply of dark and carefully tended whiskers; but the story of the barber, Esteban, had prepared Goodwin for the change. The man stumbled in from the dark room, his eyes blinking at the lamplight, and heavy from sleep.
Goodwin himself went to the door through which the guests had entered, opened it and stepped inside. Madama had returned downstairs from her journey above to see after the comfort of her lodgers. Her candle stood upon the bar. She was about to take a thimbleful of rum as a solace for having her rest disturbed. She looked up without surprise or alarm as her third caller entered.
"Ye-es," she hesitated; "I expect I'll be coming to-morrow." "That's all right, then," said Goodwin cheerfully. "An' I'll be along, too." The elderly woman whom she had left at the missioner's summons was hovering patiently. Goodwin held out his hand. "Good night, Miss James," he said.
I remember well that evening, mild with the prelude of spring, when I evolved for James' benefit the System. It was a device which was to preserve my friend's liberty and, at the same time, to preserve my friend's honour. How perfect in its irony! Margaret Goodwin, mark you, was not to know he could afford to marry her, and my system was an instrument to hide from her the truth.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking