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Hamilton, "you can only trace the hand of Time upon yourself, having no children in whose increasing years you can behold him, and, therefore, he is very likely to slip the cable before you are aware; but with us such cannot be." "Ay, ay, Hamilton, suppose it must be so wish I had some children of my own, but shall come and watch Time's progress on these instead.
"You'll pull tons less of solid weight in a day, Levi," said Best, "when this gets going." "And why should I be asked to pull tons less of solid weight? What's the matter with this?" He thrust out his right arm with hypertrophied muscles hard as steel. "It seems to me that a time's coming when the people won't want muscles any more," he said.
And there now remained but an hour before midnight on the Tuesday preceding the first day of Lent, Ash Wednesday Dies Cinerum! that sad and sober morrow which has brought with it "sermons and soda-water" to so many generations of revellers. Of course Carnival, according to the Calendar and Time's hour-glass, is over at twelve o'clock on the night of Shrove Tuesday.
"I reckon I might be cleaning myself," said Taylor, rising from his chair. "Time's getting on. You're coming, Ben?" "Yes, I'm coming. I suppose you'll take the mare?" "Yep, that's what Ed said this morning." They went out toward the stables without a word to Nora. "Well, are you enjoying the land of promise as much as you said that I should?" Hornby asked with a smile.
And sometimes Blake invests his verses with a sense of nameless and infinite ruin, such as one feels when the drum and the violin mysteriously come together, in one of Beethoven's Symphonies, to predict the annihilation of worlds: On the shadows of the Moon, Climbing through Night's highest noon: In Time's Ocean falling, drowned: In Aged Ignorance profound, Holy and cold, I clipp'd the Wings Of all Sublunary Things: But when once I did descry The Immortal Man that cannot Die, Thro' evening shades I haste away To close the Labours of my Day.
I think when it's superior there's nothing comes up to it. I've got two ladies here myself; I must make you acquainted with them." I rejoined that I should be delighted, and I inquired of my friend whether he had been long in Europe. "Well, it seems precious long," he said, "but my time's not up yet. We have been here fourteen weeks and a half." "Are you travelling for pleasure?" I asked.
That ain't vague, captain, is it? We both know all about it," he went on, "and I reckon it ought to grease this contract just a little and make it run smooth. Your time's here, if ever it will be, and I propose we strike a bargain." "When can you supply the goods?" asked the count. "Where?" asked Mr. Quorn, as if he were chopping something with a hatchet.
And then an almost hopeless wish Would creep within my breast, Oh! could I live to see thy top In all its beauty dress'd. That time's arrived; I've had my wish, And lived to eighty-five; I'll thank my God who gave such grace As long as e'er I live. Still when the morning sun in Spring, Whilst I enjoy my sight, Shall gild thy new-clothed Beech and sides, I'll view thee with delight."
There's a fair crowd, and if it is all money it's a good house. But it doesn't look to me like a money house. The people in the audience appear to be too well acquainted. They act as if they came to a picnic." "Can you blame them?" replied Smith, who had a very low estimate of amateur actors. "I guess I'll ring in the spielers. Time's up." Suiting the action to the word, he pressed the button.
Couldn't make you out eyesight's getting bad. Too many bright lights in this town. Ha! Joke! Let's have a gill." "Thank you, no." "Must have a little dram for old time's sake. You're the only one of the North Pass crowd I'll drink with." Mr. Bulker gestured comprehensively at a group of waiters, and Murray yielded. "You were my friend, O'Neil; you always treated me right."
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