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"There's three of them for my brother's dinner I forgot to tell cook it'll put him out so there's three of 'em. It's not the the two but the the other one, the what-d'ye-call-it pie." Miss Peppy fell back on her seat, and gave it up with a groan. Suddenly she sprang up, and thrust out her head "The deer pie," she yelled. "The dear pie!" echoed the astonished Mrs Niven interrogatively.
Instead of reading "perished" poor Mrs Niven finished the sentence with a shriek, and fell flat on the floor, where she was found soon after, and with difficulty restored to consciousness by the horrified Peggy. That same morning, in his lowly cottage on the Scottish border, Mr John Jack opened a newspaper at the breakfast-table.
Philosopher Jack was not, however, so easily deceived as Mrs Niven. He afterwards "found out" Mr Black, and told him so in very stern language. Nevertheless, he did not stop his allowance. Neither did he enlighten Mrs Niven as to the man's true character, though he kept a sharp eye on him. Thus did Mr Black become a pensioner and a free boarder.
We repaired to the house selected for us by Mr Niven Moore, the British Consul, and in the morning Sir Moses paid his respects to the Governor, Mohamed Bey, who received him most politely. He asked him for letters of introduction to the governors of several towns which it was probable we should visit, also his assistance to procure horses for us, all of which he promised.
He did it roughly, but he did not exactly kick it, for he was not a cruel, or naturally unkind man. Having disposed of the cat, and looked twice at his watch, and blown his nose three times the last twice unnecessarily Mr Stuart rang the bell with violence. Mrs Niven entered. "Why is breakfast not ready?" said the master with asperity.
The housekeeper of the family, usually styled Mrs Niven, being devotedly attached to this son and heir, had resolved to sit up all night and await his return.
Niven, an excellent authority being Curator of the Botanic Gardens belonging to the Royal Dublin Society, says: "The seedlings I have had, both of 1845 and 1846, have been equally affected with the leaf disease, as have been the plants from the tubers; whereas the seedlings I raised on the experimental ground in the Royal Dublin Society's Botanic Gardens, in Glasnevin, in 1834, at the time I instituted my first experiments, were not at all infected with the root disease then prevalent, but were, without an exception, sound and perfect as could be desired."
If any man should be sceptical in regard to the doctrine of the thorough depravity of the human heart, he can have his unbelief removed by going into and observing the conduct of an eager crowd! "What a hinfamous state of things!" observed Mrs Niven. "Yell! shriek!" went the engine whistle, drowning Miss Peppy's reply. "Take your seats!" roared the guard.
An' all the time it was a dirty little out-lyin' uninhabited island. We walked round it in a day, an' come back to our boat lyin' on the beach. A whole day Boy Niven kept us walkin' in circles lookin' for 'is uncle's farm! He said his uncle was compelled by the law of the land to give us a farm!" "Don't get hot, Pritch. We believed," said Pyecroft. "He'd been readin' books.
Niven, the old nurse, was there too, of course all excitement and tears, and so was Bob Gaston, whose appearance was powerfully suggestive of the individual styled in the ballad, "the jolly young waterman." Now, it would take a whole volume, good reader, to give you the details of all that was said and done by that wedding-party before that breakfast was over.
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