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"Thinks I to myself, 'now, what shall I do till dinner-time, for it rains so there is no stirrin' out? Waiter, where is eldest son? he and I will have a game of billiards, I guess. "'He is laying down, sir. "'Shows his sense, sais I, 'I see, he is not the fool I took him to be. If I could sleep in the day, I'de turn in too. Where is second son? "'Left this mornin' in the close carriage, sir.
"'Cause he is busy with his lie-yer, fixin' of some papers; and when he tells me not to let nobody else in I'de ruther set down in a yaller jacket's nest than to turn the door knob, after he done shut it. Better leave your name and call ag'in." "No, I will wait until he is at leisure. I presume my sitting on the steps here will not be a violation of your orders." "To be shore not.
Give me but the wide world and one and 20, with 5 farthins ten fingurs and a tongue, and a turn me adrift to morrow; I'de a work my way: I'de a fear nether wind nor weather. For why? I'de a give any man a peck of sweet words for a pint of honey. What! Shall I let the lock rustee for a want of a little oilin?
I have come to you, 'cause I am going away to New York, and can't feel easy 'till you promise me you will do what you can. Miss Ellice is laying at the pint of death, and her poor child is so deestracted about her needing comforts, that I tole her I'de go on an' nuss her ma for her, 'till she was sot free and could hurry back.
"Says I, 'Miss Adam, for as she used the word Mr as a handle to me, I thought I'de take a pull at the Miss, some robber or housebreaker has got in, I rather think, and scared the young feminine gender students, for they seemed to be running after somebody, and I thought I would assist them.
"What tho' the floures be riche and rare of hue and fragrancie, What tho' the giver be kinde and fair, they have no charme for me. The wreathe whose brightest budde is gone is not ye wreathe I'de prise: I'de pluck another, and so passe on, with unregardfull eyes. And so the heart whose sweet resorte an hundred rivalls share May yielde a moment's passing sporte, but Love's an alyen there."
"'Why, sais she, a looking down, 'at sleeping alone tonight, after hearing of these dreadful catastrophes. "'Oh, sais I, 'is that all? "'But how did you lose her? said she. "'Why, she raced off, said I, 'with the Turkish ambassador, and if I had a got hold of him, I'de a lammed him wuss than the devil beatin' tan-bark, I know. I'de a had his melt, if there was a bowie-knife out of Kentucky.
Were you a stranger Armd in the middle of a great Battalion And thus should dare to taxe him, I would wave My weapon ore my head to waft you forth To single combatt: if you would not come, Had I as many lives as I have hayres, I'de shoot 'em all away to force my passage Through such an hoast untill I met the Traytour To my dear brother. Pray, doe not thinke so, sir. Pedro. Man.
Well, Sir, as I was trotting along, I saw a French dragoon, well mounted, leading a splendid spare orse, belonging to some French hofficer of rank, as far as I could judge from his happearance and mountings. Instead of pursuing my course, as I ought to have done, Sir, I thought I'de make a dash at the rascal, and make prize of that are hanimal.
She must not be a scold, No, nor a foole to be in love with Bables ; No, nor too wise to think I nere saile true But when she steares the rudder. I'de not have Her belly a drum, such as they weave points on, Unles they be taggd with vertue; nor would I have Her white round breasts 2 sucking bottles to nurse Any Bastards at them. Ten. I believe you would not. Hen.