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Updated: May 1, 2025
Why didn't 'E take this cross-hearted wan when t' other was snatched away? Why didn't 'E fill the cup of my sorrer to the brim at a filling an' not drop by drop, to let un run awver now I be auld?" Phoebe turned to him in bitter tears, but the man's head was down on his hands beside his plate and cup, and he, too, wept, with a pitiful childish squeak between his sobs.
"Wan's bad an' a sign o' sorrer; but if you spits twice over your left shoulder it doan't matter so much. But I be better off than many maidens, 'cause I be saint-protected like." "That's interesting, Joan." "Faither'd be mad if I let on 'bout it to him, so I doesn't. He doan't b'lieve much in dead saints, though Carnwall's full of 'em. Have 'e heard tell 'bout Saint Madern?"
There was 'er so young an' fair an' full o' life, an' there was you so pale an' nigh to death one leg in the grave an' there was me s' full o' years an' wisdom an' sorrer for ye both oh, my pore old bowels was fair yearnin' over ye-" "Lord, Old Un," expostulated Joe, "you keep them bowels o' yours out of it "
When you're in sickness or trouble or sorrer, friendship counts for consider'ble. How are the young folks Caroline and Stephen pretty smart, hey?" "Smart? Why, they are intelligent, naturally. "No, no. I mean are they pretty well?" "Very well, indeed, considering the shock of their recent bereavement." "Yes, yes. Of course. And they've moved, too. Movin's an awful job.
"An' it was so, 't, in this sea o' life, all open ter the winds o' sorrer an' temptation, Christ come down, an' He giv' up joy an' a safe harbor, 'n' all that, jest ter be made a wrack on, so 't we might git under His lee, an' foller safe. "It 's the great Breakwater o' the seas; don't ye fear but it 's a safe one!
OH, whar shill we go w'en de great day comes, Wid de blowin' er de trumpits en de bangin' er de drums? How many po' sinners'll be kotched out late En fin' no latch ter de golden gate? No use fer ter wait twel termorrer! De sun mus'n't set on yo' sorrer, Sin's ez sharp ez a bamboo-brier- Oh, Lord! fetch de mo'ners up higher!
I never 'sactly understood her thots, nor she mine; but she'm in heaven now I do think." "If bitterness an' sorrer counts she should be. An' you may take it from me she is. An' I'll come back, tu, if I may hope for awnly the lowest plaace. I'll come back an' walk along to church wance agin wi' you, wance 'fore I goes back to sea. Will 'e let me do that, Mary Chirgwin?"
Sez I, "What made you do it, Blandina?" "Oh," sez she, "he looked so winnin' and invitin' I didn't want to hurt his feelin's." Sez I, "You'll sup sorrer yet, Blandina, by your wantin' to obleege everybody. You ort to look out for yourself some, you're alltogether too good to be comfortable."
"He'll not change; but still I'd have en hear me tell I'm in sorrer for the ill I brot 'pon his name." "Ay, facks! 'Tis a wise word an' a right. Us'll go this very arternoon. You get a odd pound or so o' scald cream, an' I'll see to a basket o' fruit wi' some o' they scoured necterns, as ban't no good for sellin', but eats so well as t'others. Iss, we'll go so soon as dinner be swallowed.
"Sorrer like when you strikes a lil chile what ain't done no harm, only seem like he done harm, sorrer like you feels w'en you baby dies, 'case you is too close-fisted ter sen' fer de doctor, sorrer like " She broke off short, looking a little dazed and foolish. "You've had your share of sorrow, Auntie, I can see that."
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