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From the edge of the semi-circle about the piano, he glared menacingly over the heads of the chorus at the unfortunate Mr Saltzburg, "Why aren't these girls working?" Mr Saltzburg, who had risen nervously from his stool, backed away apprehensively from his gaze, and, stumbling over the stool, sat down abruptly on the piano, producing a curious noise like Futurist music. "I We Why, Mr Goble . . ."
Less noise and chatter of conversation. We are here to work! We must not waste time! So! Act One, Opening Chorus. Now, all together. La-la-la . . ." "La-la-la . . ." "Tum-tum-tumty-tumty . . ." "Tum-tum-tumty . . ." Mr Saltzburg pressed his hands to his ears in a spasm of pain. "No, no, no! Sour! Sour! Sour! . . . Once again. La-la-la . . ."
Heraus gegeben von SAMUEL URLSPERGER." Halle, 1735-52. This journal of the proceedings of the Saltzburg emigrants, who formed the settlement of Ebenezer in Georgia, was continued from year to year, from 1734 to 1760; in several parts, which, bound up, make five thick quarto volumes.
At the beginning of November the corps commanded by Marshal Bernadotte arrived at Saltzburg at the moment when the Emperor had advanced his headquarters to Braunau, where there were numerous magazines of artillery and a vast quantity of provisions of every kind.
Some were sent to Wurtzburg, Mentz, Worms, Spire, and Cologne, where they exerted themselves with much success for the salvation of souls, and built convents. Giordano was sent with two companions to Saltzburg, and the archbishop of that city received them with great benevolence. Three others went to Ratisboa, where they founded an excellent establishment.
He placed his arm about Mr Miller's shoulders and his lips to Mr Miller's left ear, and drew a deep breath. "He says it is his fault!" Mr Miller nodded adhesion to this admirable sentiment. "I know they're not worth their salt!" he replied. Mr Saltzburg patiently took in a fresh stock of breath. "This young man says it is his fault that the movement went wrong!"
"Who engaged you?" enquired Mr Saltzburg of the culprit. "Mr Pilkington." "Mr Pilkington," shouted Mr Saltzburg. "When?" "When?" "Last night." "Last night." Mr Miller waved his hands in a gesture of divine despair, spun round, darted up the aisle, turned, and bounded back. "What can I do?" he wailed. "My hands are tied! I am hampered! I am handicapped!
In the account of the Spanish invasion, by the Saltzburg preachers at Ebenezer, are these very just reflections: "Cheering was the intelligence that the Spaniards, with all their ships of war and numerous military force, had raised the siege in shame and disgrace, and retired to Augustine!
Mr Saltzburg swung round on the music-stool, a startled and apprehensive man, and nearly fell off it. The divine afflatus left him like air oozing from a punctured toy-balloon, and, like such a balloon, he seemed to grow suddenly limp and flat. He stared with fallen jaw at the new arrival. Two men had entered the room. One was the long Mr Pilkington.
In the books, Carlo Magno was born sometimes in the castle of Saltzburg, in Bavaria, and sometimes at Aix-la-Chapelle; which may be good history, but could not well be represented by the marionettes without a double stage, and even then might fail to convince.
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