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Updated: June 26, 2025
There, while the thunder rolled among the mountains, the rain plashed upon the window-shutters and the wind blew like the very devil, I muttered to myself, "Here is a man bearing worthily one of the most honored names in the Commonwealth a member, in fact, of one of the first the first first fam families in Vir gin ia, actually pr prais praising Yan Yank Yankees in in's own hou " I was asleep.
"To HIM, Grizzie, the nicht shineth as the day." "Weel, sir," cried Grizzie, "Ye jist pit me 'at I dinna ken mysel'! Is't poassible ye hae forgotten what's sae weel kent to a' the cuintry roon'? the auld captain,'at canna lie still in's grave, because o' because o' whatever the rizzon may be? Onygait he's no laid yet; an' some thinks he's doomed to haunt the hoose till the day o' jeedgment."
For troth! he has no need to be near in's dealin's wi' them, seein' there's nae buyin' nor sellin' whaur he is, an' a' the gowd he has doon yon'er i' the booels o' the yird, wad jist lie there duin' naething, gien he sent na 't up abune, whaur maist pairt it works his wull. Na, he seldom scrimps 't to them 'at follows his biddin'. But i' this case, whaur, I say, was the wauges?
Shairp knew, and nothing more. "And where is Brian?" "Whaur should he be?" demanded the old woman, with some asperity. "Whaur but in's ain room, sair cast doun for the ill he has dune." "It was not his fault," said Hugo, quickly. "Maybe no," replied Mrs. Shairp, with reserve. "Maybe ay, maybe no; it's just the question though I wadna like to think that the lad meant to harm his brother."
So writes the celebrated physiologist, Burdach, from whose chapter on presentiment in his work "Bhicke in's Leben" a great part of my most striking examples is taken. This presentiment of deaths, which is the exception among men, is quite common with animals, even though they do not know nor understand what death is.
Ye canna make the smart less wi' talkin'. Ye'll ne'er make me believe as it's better for me not to ha' my old man die in's bed, if he must die, an' ha' the parson to pray by him, an' me to sit by him, an' tell him ne'er to mind th' ill words I've gi'en him sometimes when I war angered, an' to gi' him a bit an' a sup, as long as a bit an' a sup he'd swallow. But eh!
I ken that weel. Is he come back, do ye think?" "What do ye mean? He's lyin' in's bed, quaiet eneuch, puir fallow!" "Is he come back to the fold?" "Nae to the missionars, I'm thinkin'." "Dinna anger me. Ye're nae sae ignorant as ye wad pass for. Ye ken weel eneuch what I mean.
Taking leave of his friend for this life, he spoke of the journey ahead to his true fatherland, repeating the words of the hymn: "Ich hab' vor mir ein' schwere Reis' Zu dir in's Himmels Paradeis, Das ist mein rechtes Vaterland, Darauf du hast dein Blut gewandt."
Pray, Don Fernando, follow her & soften Her heart to pitty the poore gentleman: The Crime is not so Capitall. Fer. Mac. That such a noble Spanyard as Don Pedro Should be so cursed in's Children! Enter Buzzano, Don Pedro, Fernando & Eleonora. Buz. Hee's come, hee's come, my Lord! Don Pedro Gusman is still alive, see, see! Mac. Let us descend to meet a happinesse Crownes all our expectations.
And when the last words of this verse had died away, the whole audience shouted and roared, "DA CAPO! DA CAPO!" In the pit, in the boxes, in the gallery, in short, every one rose to their feet, and all eyes again turned to the box in which the members of the French embassy were seated, and thus, standing, in a jubilant tone and with threatening glances, the whole audience joined the chorus of the actors on the stage; for they knew already the words of the additional verse by heart, and sang in a thundering voice: "Wohlauf, Kameraden, zur Schlacht, zum Krieg, In's Feld, in die Freibeit gezogen.
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