The compilation called "The Seven Champions of Christendom", by Richard Johnson, the author of "Tom-a-Lincoln", said to contain "all the lyes of Christendom in one lye," obtained considerable popularity and circulation during this period. I, p. 147. Imprinted at London by Abraham Wele, dwelling in Paul's Churcheyarde at the Sygne of the Lambe, Anno, 1551."
Buckalew, Davis, Guthrie, Hendricks, Johnson, McDougall, Riddle, Saulsbury, Stockton, and Wright 10. ABSENT Messrs. Cowan, Nesmith, and Willey 3. The bill having passed, the question came up as to its title, which it was proposed to leave as reported by the committee: "A bill to enlarge the powers of the Freedmen's Bureau." Mr.
"Is it so very severe here when there's a blizzard on?" Johnson was saying, when there came to his ears a strange sound the sound of the wind rising in the canyon below. The Girl looked at him in blank astonishment a look that might easily have been interpreted as saying, "Where do you hail from?" She answered: "Is it . . .? Oh, Lordy, they come in a minute!
Johnson has had the worst of it, poor chap, but there are one or two of them took it into their heads to come up to London and worry me at the office." "I intend that there shall be no more dissatisfaction amongst my tenants." Mr. Mangan set off for another prowl towards the sideboard. "Satisfied tenants you never will get in Norfolk," he declared.
Hardly had he disappeared into the dance-hall when a low whistle came to their ears. "The signal they're waiting," said Johnson under his breath, and shot a quick look of inquiry at the Girl to see whether she had heard the sound. A look told him that she had, and was uneasy over it. "Don't that sound horrid?" said the Girl, reaching the bar in a state of perturbation.
"I will not tell you what we suffered during the bitter weather, sir, but my wife's faith and patience during that trying time, were as good a lesson to me as any sermon I could hear, and yet Mr. Jenkins gave us very comfortable ones too, that helped to keep up my spirits." "I fear, shepherd," said Mr. Johnson, "you have found this to be but a bad world."
The seats, back to back, one for each doorway, recall those of the Johnson house. One notices with admiration the beautifully detailed pedimental dormers with their round-topped windows, and with interest the unusual use of shutters on both the first and second stories.
Johnson pulled aside the sliding door leading into the dining room and, catching sight of Tiara, uttered a scream of joyous surprise and rushed into her arms. Tiara gently disentangled herself in order to close the door which Mrs. Johnson had left open. Sitting down by Mrs.
Thought fell between the cousins for a space. "Some men can do one thing," said Johnson, "and some another.... For a man who sticks to it there's a lot to be done in a shop." All the preparations for the funeral ran easily and happily under Mrs. Johnson's skilful hands.
Governor Johnson was then a very radical man, and was very emphatic in informing us that while he was Military Governor of Tennessee no rebel would receive much consideration from him, and brought his fist down on a piano in the room with such force that the sound from it startled us all, and we left there with the idea that rebels in Tennessee had better get out; but we soon found that his words were much stronger than his acts, for I hardly ever got my hands on rebel stock or supplies that I did not find Johnson trying to pull them off.