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By inflaming the boorish indignation at a little frolic of our young men; and by coming with insolent demands, to yield to which would ruin us. Ah, you ungrateful viper!" And with many bitter pangs for I have bad things to repent of I began at my leisure to ask myself whether or not this bill of indictment against John Ridd was true.
"Colonel Kirke, I will answer for him," Master Stickles replied, with a grave bow, and one hand on his breast: "John Ridd, you are my prisoner. Follow me, John Ridd." Upon that, those precious lambs flocked away, leaving the rope still around me; and some were glad, and some were sorry, not to see me swinging.
"Oh, if that is all, just fetch the stool; and I will do my best, cousin." "I pray you be not so vexatious; you always used to do it nicely, without any stool, Ruth." "Ah, but you are grown since then, and become a famous man, John Ridd, and a member of the nobility. Go your way, and win your spurs. I want no lip-service." Being at the end of my wits, I did even as she ordered me.
Compared with this tremendous fib they are as but the stilly whisper of a hearth-stone cricket to the shrill trumpeting of a wounded elephant-the piping of a sick cocksparrow to the brazen clang of a donkey in love! .... For the memory of the late John Ridd, of Illinois, we entertain the liveliest contempt. Mr.
We have had three very good harvests running, and might support a coat of arms; but for myself I want it not. 'Thou shalt have a coat, my lad, said the King, smiling at his own humour; 'but it must be a large one to fit thee. And more than that shalt thou have, John Ridd, being of such loyal breed, and having done such service.
As one of our great writers says I think it must be Milton 'We ne'er shall look upon his like again." "With your good leave sir," I broke in, "Master Milton could never have written so sweet and simple a line as that. It is one of the great Shakespeare." "Woe is me for my neglect!" said the Counsellor, bowing airily; "this must be your son, Mistress Ridd, the great John, the wrestler.
John the Baptist and his cousins, with the wool and hyssop, are for mares, and ailing dogs, and fowls that have the jaundice. Look at me now, Mother Melldrum, am I like a fool?" "That thou art, my son. Alas that it were any other! Now behold the end of that; John Ridd, mark the end of it."
John Ridd, you ought to have studied medicine, with your healing powers. Half my virtue lies in touch. A clean and wholesome body, sir; I have taught you the Latin grammar. I leave you in excellent hands, my dear, and they wait for me at shovel-board. Bread and water poultice cold, to be renewed, tribus horis.
In vain he tugged, and strained, and writhed, dashed his bleeding fist into my face, and flung himself on me with gnashing jaws. Beneath the iron of my strength for God that day was with me I had him helpless in two minutes, and his fiery eyes lolled out. * A far more terrible clutch than this is handed down, to weaker ages, of the great John Ridd. Ed.
He is chuckling over his joke, like a pig with a nut; and that always makes him pleasant. John Ridd, my lord! With that he swung up the curtain bravely, and according to special orders, I stood, face to face, and alone with Judge Jeffreys. His lordship was busy with some letters, and did not look up for a minute or two, although he knew that I was there.
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