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With a mental protest against the fate of those luckless individuals who threw Shadrach, Meschach, and Abednego into the seven-times heated furnace, Miselle stooped, and, looking in, uttered a cry of surprise and delight. It was the very soul of fire, the essence of light and heat.

"Did you know that Mr. Bevan was the Mr. Bevan?" Everybody was listening now. George huddled pinkly in his chair. He had not foreseen this bally-hooing. Shadrach, Meschach and Abednego combined had never felt a tithe of the warmth that consumed him. He was essentially a modest young man. "The Mr. Bevan?" echoed Lady Caroline coldly.

'Meschach, said I; 'why, you ought to have two brothers, one named Shadrach and the other Abednego. 'So I had, sir. 'Well, what has become of them? said I. 'Shadrach, he's dead, he answered. 'And where is Abednego? said I. 'He's gone, too, he replied, in a low voice.

The press never forgives nor forgets." "Those lung-testers, prepared according to Jarby's Encyclopedia of Knowledge and Compendium of Literature, Science and Art, would put out the flames of the fiery furnace prepared for Shadrach, Meschach and Abednego, mentioned in 'Bible Tales, Condensed and Put into Words of One Syllable for Children, page 569, Jarby's Encyclopedia," said Eliph' airily.

He got all them old fellers rhymed right into that book Jereboam, Rehoboam, Meschach, Schadrach, an' Abednego, an' all the whole caboodle, from Adam with an A to Zaccheus with a Z. "That certain was a moral tome, an' no prevarication. It was plumb drippin' with moral from start to finish. You see Eve she set the ball a-rollin' when she swiped them apples.

Buckthorne, he called upon me, and took me with him to a regular literary dinner. It was given by a great bookseller, or rather a company of booksellers, whose firm surpassed in length even that of Shadrach, Meschach, and Abednego. I was surprised to find between twenty and thirty guests assembled, most of whom I had never seen before.

"No, indeed," said Arthur; "comparatively, very few. Just before I came to New Haven, I went to pass a few weeks at a plantation belonging to a family with whom we were intimate. One of the sons and I went on the river, two of the servants rowing us. I said to one of them, a large fat negro, 'What's your name, uncle? 'Meschach, sir, he said.