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If the vintner's nose be at door, it is a sign sufficient, but the absence of this is supplied by the ivy-bush: the rooms are ill breathed like the drinkers that have been washed well over night, and are smelt-to fasting next morning; not furnished with beds apt to be defiled, but more necessary implements, stools, table, and a chamber-pot.
Yes, and, for the matter of that, under the rector's too, as he towers straight above us, under his ivy-bush the ivy-bush into which Bobby was so anxious yesterday to insert some misletoe. Church is over now, and the short afternoon has also slipped by. We are at dinner; we are dining early to-night at half-past six o'clock, and we are to have a dance for the servants afterward.
"He is not bound to find ears as well as arguments," retorted the owl, and he drew back into his ivy-bush. "The farmer must be roused somehow," said he. "It is a disgrace to us all, and what, in all the hundreds of years I have been Kyrkegrim, never befell me before. It will be well if next Sunday you preach a stirring sermon on some very important subject."
Her poor heart, trusting that his blessing, for want of more potent offerings, might, perhaps, at this tremendous crisis ascend to Heaven in her behalf, she stopped, returned, and put out her hand to take his. "Softly!" said he; "don't wake my child; this spot has been a place of danger to him, for underneath this very ivy-bush it was that I found him."
Among the good old proverbs associated with flax may be mentioned the following, which enjoins the necessity of faith in our actions: "Get thy spindle and thy distaff ready, and God will send the flax." A popular phrase speaks of "An owl in an ivy-bush," which perhaps was originally meant to denote the union of wisdom with conviviality, equivalent to "Be merry and wise."
She proceeded a few steps farther, and beheld the very ivy-bush close to which her infant lay when she left him exposed; and now, from this minute recollection, all the mother rising in her soul, she saw, as it were, her babe again in its deserted state; and bursting into tears of bitterest contrition and compassion, she cried "As I was merciless to thee, my child, thy father has been pitiless to me!
But when the pencil was in her hand, the lines went all ways but the right; her fairy was a grimy little object, whose second wing could never be put on; the ships were saucers; the kitten might have been the pig; the baby was an owl in an ivy-bush; and to look at the live baby in the cradle only puzzled her the more.
Through the bare boughs, and on to the hedgerows and ivy, stole down the pure, soft snow. The Blackbird put his head out of the ivy-bush to see what sort of night it might be, and lo! under the pale light of the moon, all the landscape lay white and dazzling before him.
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