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Updated: June 26, 2025
We took our places behind them in split-bottom chairs in the one-horse wagon. Sister Salter was still in her baptismal mood and, as we rumbled on into the deepening twilight through the sweeting spring woods, she continued to sing snatches from the old hymns.
"Did you not say, Mrs. Sweeting, that she buys her coffee whole?" added Mrs. Bingham, as if inspiration had flashed into her. "If you want additional proof that she is French, there it is." "Portsmouth," mused Mrs. Cobb. "You say, Mrs. Bingham, there are a good many officers there. Let me see 1815 it's twenty-four years ago since the battle. A captain may have picked her up in Paris.
Either make the tree good and his fruit good, or the tree evil and his fruit evil. A man must be good, before he can do good, and evil before he can do evil. They be not righteous actions that make a righteous man; nor be they evil actions that make a wicked man: for a tree must be a sweeting tree before it yield sweetings;23 and a crab tree before it bring forth crabs.24
But, you know, sir, said I, that a father and mother's comfort is the dearest thing to a good child that can be. Sweet excellence! said he, this becomes you; but I know the world and mankind too well; though I must hear, and see, and say nothing. And so a blessing attend my little sweeting, said he, wherever you go! And away went I with a courtesy and thanks.
His nightly tasks over, he went out and took his favorite seat under the apple tree. All was still, save for the crickets' ceaseless chirp, the soft thud of an August sweeting dropping in the grass, and the swish-swash of the water against his boat, tethered in the Willow Cove.
In some ancient formations, stratum above stratum of extinguished oysters may be seen, each bed consisting of full-grown and aged individuals. Happy broods these pre-Adamite congregations must have been, born in an epoch when epicures were as yet unthought of, when neither Sweeting nor Lynn had come into existence, and when there were no workers in iron to fabricate oyster-knives!
I see your motives: you are straightforward and I respect you." Mrs. Sweeting thanked him and departed. His first feeling was wrath. Never was there a man less likely to be cowed. He put on his hat and walked to his committee-room, where he found Mr. Bingham. "No doubt, I suppose, Mr. Bingham?" "Don't know, Doctor; the Radicals have got a strong candidate in Jem Casey.
Their babies hold them tight round the neck, and their mothers comfort them, saying, ‘Hey, hey, my little son; hey, hey, my sweeting.’ Christ and the blessed Saints know that I have never felt a baby’s little hand in my bosom and now I shall die without it, for I am old and past the age of bearing children.”
"Down below the Weir Brake Journeys end in lovers' meeting: You and I our way must take, You and I our way will wend Farther on, my only friend Farther on, my more than friend My sweet sweeting." In a private apartment of the Red Cow Public-house Sam Bossom sat doggedly pulling at a short pipe while Mr. Mortimer harangued him.
"God knows.... And afterward, on the rock in the moonlight as you lay there asleep oh, I knew not what so moved me to leave you my message and a wild-rose lying there.... It was my destiny my destiny! I seemed to fathom it.... For when you spoke to me on the parade at the Middle Fort, such a thrill of happiness possessed me " "You rebuked and rebuked me, sweeting!"
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