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"Extremely," said I. "Have you many similar ventures?" "Oh yes. Our botanical gardens are full of them," he replied. "Those trees to the right are Baucis and Philemon. That lotos plant on the left used to be Dryope, and when Adonis isn't busy valeting at the hotel, he comes down here and blooms as an anemone, into which, as you are probably aware, he was changed by Venus.
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Philémon watched them with a fatherly eye, but his tenderness was sad, as we look at things that have cost us dear. "Well, my little ones, without me you would not be here, and without you I would be dead. I do not regret it at all, but don't insist. Your thanks are too noisy." He clapped his hands impatiently.
PHILEMON was used to confess how, in the fire of his callow youth and fine flower of his lustie springal days, he had been stung with murderous frenzie at view of a certaine picture of Apelles, the which in those times was showed in a temple.
"This young gentleman," corrected the mother. "No, Mrs. Carter; I am a boy, and I prefer to be called so. I came up with Ben, for I find that he is related to Squire Carter, of Arden, whom I know very well." "You know Philemon Carter?" "Yes; he lives in Arden. That is my birthplace." Mrs. Carter's countenance fell.
"James and John are getting proud," said he, "or they forget, they forget." James and John. He must mean the Zabels, yet there were many others answering to these names in town. Mr. Sutherland made another effort. "Philemon, where is your wife? I do not see any place set here for her!" "Agatha's sick, Agatha's cross; she don't care for a poor old man like me."
There is a certain pathetic tenderness in Paul's letter to Philemon if we suppose that he took the institution of Slavery for granted, but it vanishes if we suppose that he felt the institution to be wrong.
But though they watch me now, I have contrived to write this letter, which you will get with the one telling of the baby's death and my own dangerous condition. Destroy it, Philemon, and then COME. Nothing in all the world will give me comfort but your hand laid under my head and your true eyes looking into mine. Ah, we must love each other now, and live humbly!
And over the heads of the twain did hover winged Cupids and watched them laughingly, whiles fair dames and their gallants, their brows wreathen with flowers, footed it on the lush grass. And he had, the aforesaid Philemon, yet other limnings of cunning craftsmanship in his closet.
Limping forward, the squire heard his name called in a faint voice, and the next instant discovered Philemon hidden in the snow. "I'm bad hurt, squire," he groaned; "but I made out to crawl from the barn." "Gadsbodikins!" exclaimed Mr. Meredith. "Why, Phil, I e'en forgot ye for the moment. Here 's a pass, indeed. And none but women and a one-legged man to help ye, now ye re found."
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