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Sounds and scents are more ethereal, less material; they have no shape like the angels." Mr. Malcolm laughed. "Well, I grant it, Charles," he said; "they are length without breadth!" "Did you ever hear the like?" said Mrs. Reding, laughing too; "don't encourage him, Mr. Malcolm; you are worse than he. Angels length without breadth!"
"My mother has but lately come here, like yourself," said Charles; "yes, there is some; Barton Church, you know," appealing to Mary. "Have your walks extended so far as Barton?" said Mary to Bateman. "Not yet, Miss Reding, not yet," answered he; "of course they are destroying the pews." "They are to put in seats," said Charles, "and of a very good pattern."
Avoid all extremes. So it is with sugar. Mr. Reding, you are putting too much into your tea. I lay down this rule: sugar should not be a substantive ingredient in tea, but an adjective; that is, tea has a natural roughness; sugar is only intended to remove that roughness; it has a negative office; when it is more than this, it is too much.
The friends set out, from hat to boot in the most approved Oxford bandbox-cut of trimness and prettiness. Sheffield was turning into the High Street, when Reding stopped him: "It always annoys me," he said, "to go down High Street in a beaver; one is sure to meet a proctor." "All those University dresses are great fudge," answered Sheffield; "how are we the better for them?
There are six elementary stenches, and these spread into a variety of subdivisions? What do you say, Mr. Reding? Distinctive? Yes, there is something very distinctive in smells.
Think of the good old man's horror, Majesty in the distance, and his own people swaying to and fro under his very nose, and promising to leave him for the gutter before the march was ended." "No one can get tipsy with snuff, I grant," said Mr. Reding; "but if wine has done some men harm it has done others a deal of good."
Do not make man your master; get good from all; think well of all persons, and you will be a wise man." Reding inquired, with some timidity, if this was not something like what Dr. Brownside had said in the University pulpit; but perhaps the latter advocated a toleration of opinions in a different sense? Mr. Vincent answered rather shortly, that he had not heard Dr.
It was broken by a clear cackling voice: "Did you ever hear," said he, nodding his head, or rather his whole person, as he spoke, "did you ever, Sheffield, happen to hear that this gentleman, your friend Mr. Reding, when he was quite a freshman, had a conversation with some attaché of the Popish Chapel in this place, at the very door of it, after the men were gone down?"
"A few years more of life," said Carlton, smiling, "will make your judgment kinder." "I don't like talkers," continued Charles; "I don't think I ever shall; I hope not." "I know better what's at the bottom of it," said Sheffield; "but I can't stay; I must go in and read; Reding is too fond of a gossip." "Who talks so much as you, Sheffield?" said Charles.
Isn't it what is called 'the Old Methodist Chapel? I never was there; they showed there the Dio-astro-doxon, so I think they called it." Charles talked on, to cover his own mistake, for he was ashamed of the charge he had made. Willis did not know whether he was in jest or earnest. "Reding," he said, "don't go on; you offend me." "Well, what is it?" said Charles.
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