David, the son of Jesse, was a beautiful boy, who could charm by his wonderful music. But he was to be more than a "sweet singer," for Samuel, the prophet of the Lord, declared that he should be King of Israel, and poured the sacred oil upon his head. Saul, who was then the King of Israel, had spells of insanity, and David was sent for to try and calm him by his music.
How Dodge finally testified against Hummel on the witness stand has already been told. As they say down-town, if Jerome had never done anything else, he would have "made good" by locking up Abe Hummel. No one ever believed he would do it. But Jerome never would have locked up Hummel without Jesse.
Giving another jesse thus came to be equivalent to giving a person a strapping.
There was not the sign of any struggle anywhere about, nor was there the least particle of any other bones. They searched for the remainder of the skeleton of the animal, but found nothing of the sort anywhere about. There lay the grinning skull, far up here in the mountains, with nothing to tell whence it came or how it happened to be there. "My, wasn't it a whale!" exclaimed Jesse.
Piquet, a man of seventy, was killed in his drawing-room by a ball in his stomach; the painter Jollivart, by a ball in the forehead, before his easel, his brains bespattered his painting. The English captain, William Jesse, narrowly escaped a ball which pierced the ceiling above his head; in the library adjoining the Magasins du Prophète, a father, mother, and two daughters were sabred.
In late June the Cluetts pretty faded Mabel, her two enormous babies, her stepson Lloyd, and Jesse, the husband and father all came to Pittsville for a few days' leisure before rehearsals began. Lloyd was a "light juvenile," off as well as on the stage. Jesse played father, judge, guardian, prime minister, and old family doctor in turn.
The last verse of the Seventy-second Psalm has puzzled many readers: "The prayers of David the son of Jesse are ended." After this you find in our collection several psalms ascribed to David, some of which he undoubtedly wrote.
"Ribands, if you please, ma'am," said she to Mrs. Puffit. "I must," thought she, "ask for something before I ask for my Araminta." "Ribands yes, ma'am what sort? Keep an eye upon the glass," whispered the milliner to her shop girl, as she stooped behind the counter for a drawer of ribands "keep an eye on the glass, Jesse a girl of the town, I take it. What colour, ma'am?"
I very soon discovered that I was being shadowed, by a gentleman wearing a wooden leg. Upon inquiry, I learned that he was the Honorable Marshal of the town. To note his manner one would have thought that he had corralled a Jesse James. I didn't worry much, however, because I knew I could out-run any wooden-legged man in Michigan.
You would promise to keep back the punishment of some little tough, broad-bottomed Dutch boy, until I could come, for my amusement but never kept your promise." The following notice of the death of "Ichabod Crane" appeared in the Westchester Herald for November 30, 1852: "Jesse Merwin died at Kinderhook on the 8th instant, at the age of seventy years. Mr.