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His preceptor, a man of learning and merit, who was called "the honorable John", tried to mitigate this excessive ardor of temperament by a course of Cicero de Officiis, which he read to him daily. Neither the eloquence of Tully, however, nor the precepts of the honorable John made the least impression upon this very savage nature. As he grew older he did not grow wiser nor more gentle.
"Signal," said the boatswain decidedly. "For us?" said Tom Tully. "No," said the gunner; "for some smuggling craft. Beg pardon, your honour," he continued as the lieutenant came forward, "but what do you make o' them there lights?" The lieutenant had a long look, and then, with a display of energy that was unusual with him, he exclaimed, "It is a signal for boats; there's a landing going on."
"Mis' Leigh, ahoy!" roared the gunner. "Leigh hoy!" was the response. "Told you so, my lads; he ar'n't about here. Let's go further on. Now then, Tom Tully, we must have off some o' that there tail if it's so heavy it keeps you anchored down. Get up, will you?"
There is Victorius the usher, who liked only the most abstruse historical problems, such as what the pedigree of the sacrificial priest at Cureo was long before Numa's day, or what Castor had to say on all the shadowy kings, and who never got up as far as Tully or Virgil, though he might have done so if he had gone on reading long enough, but death cut him off too soon.
Tully announced pridefully. "I remembered how fond you used to be of wild-blackberry pie so I phoned up to the logging-camp and had the woods-boss send a man out to pick them." "I'm still a pie-hound, Mrs. Tully, and you're still the same dear, thoughtful soul. I'm so glad now that I had sense enough to think of you before I turned my footsteps toward the setting sun." He patted her gray head.
Tully must, originally, have had a story in his mind; but what that story was could not be guessed from witnessing the play. It was utterly buried under an atmosphere of at least thirty pounds to the square inch, which Mr. Belasco chose to impose upon it.
Cato Major of old Age, a Poem: It is taken from the Latin of Tully, though much alter'd from the original, not only by the change of the stile, but by addition and subtraction. Besides these, Wood mentions a Panegyric on his excellency general Monk 1659, in one sheet quarto. Though Denham's name is not to it, it is generally ascribed to him.
They hate the populares, and prefer honorable men. How did they weep in the theatres where they heard the news that I was exiled! How did they cheer my name! 'Tully, the preserver of our liberties! was repeated a thousand times. Attend to me," he said, turning paternally to the high- born youths who were listening to him, "attend to me when I bid you walk in the ways of your forefathers.
Bean's eyes were withdrawn from the wall. He came briskly to life. "I'll tell you in a moment. I'll get the shares." "Shrimp!" said the old gentleman triumphantly, when Bean had gone. "He told me," began Tully. But the advanced dresser wanted no more of that. "Shrimp!" he repeated. Bean reëntered with the certificates. The old gentleman glanced angrily over them. "Bean!" he exclaimed humorously.
I heard him call Tully a slinking something or other; couldn't get the word, but Tully got it. Say, you better get busy regular old George W. Busy if you want to hold that job." "Job!" laughed Bean bitterly, and waved the expensive and lighted cigar in Bulger's face. "Job! Well, I may get busy, and then again I may not. All depends!"
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