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Updated: June 14, 2025
Thus I sot and eppisoded, lookin' off onto the melancholy ocean, listenin' to her deep sithes, when onbid come the agonizin' thought, "Had Josiah Allen backslid so fur and been so full of remorse and despair, that his small delicate brain had turned over with him, and he had throwed himself into the arms of the melancholy Ocean?
And any woman will know that all his other letters wuz as dross to me compared to the one he was hidin'. I will pass over my argyments and and words, before that letter lay in my hand. But suffice it to say, that when at last I read it and all wuz explained to me, groans and sithes riz from my burdened heart deeper and despairener than any I had gin vent to in years and years.
Now be that here multiplyed by 360 sithes; and than thei ben 31500 myles, every of 8 furlonges, aftre myles of oure contree. So moche hathe the erthe in roundnesse, and of heght enviroun, aftre myn opynyoun and myn undirstondynge.
And then agin he breathed out his very soul in prayer, and we wuz lifted up some distance towards the Better Country. As he ended his words we all heaved some long sithes and seemed to fall down some distance, and found ourselves to our great surprise still on the old earth. A enthusiastick little woman, who'd shouted out, "Amen!" with the best of 'em sez to me, "Wasn't that sermon a grand one?"
Who is not acquainted with the exquisite portrait in question? A good man was there of religion, And was a poore Parson of a town. But rich he was of holy thought and work. He was also a learned man, a clerk That Christes Gospel truly woulde preach; And his parishioners devoutly teach. Benign he was, and wondrous diligent, And in adversity full patient. And such he was y-proved ofte sithes.
Mi krik is bad, mi ink is pale: Mi luv for u shal never fale. Cicely followed me, anxious-eyed, for I looked bad. I dropped into a chair; and almost buryin' my face in my white linen handkerchief, I give vent to some moans of anguish, and a large number of sithes. And Cicely says, "What is the matter, aunt Samantha?" And I says, "Your poor uncle! your poor uncle!"
I wot never, but God knoweth; but in what wise that men worship it, the blessed Saint John holds him a-paid. From this city of Sebast unto Jerusalem is twelve mile. And between the hills of that country there is a well that four sithes in the year changeth his colour, sometime green, sometime red, sometime clear and sometime trouble; and men clepe that well, Job.
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