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Whiston had seen nothing of this. When he approached, Rose held up the flowers with a laugh. 'Wasn't it kind? I forgot them, you know, and some one from the inn came looking for me. 'Very good of them, very, replied her father graciously. 'A very nice inn, that. We'll go again some day. One likes to encourage such civility; it's rare nowadays.
He was with difficulty persuaded to publish them, mainly through the influence of the famous William Whiston, and henceforth became a somewhat voluminous writer, leaving behind him at his death a number of tracts and essays, which were published together under the title of 'Chubb's Posthumous Works. In his main arguments Chubb, like Morgan, follows closely in the wake of Tindal.
The calm temper of our great philosopher was of so fearful a nature in regard to criticism, that Whiston declares that he would not publish his attack on the "Chronology," lest it might have killed our philosopher; and thus Bishop STILLINGFLEET'S end was hastened by LOCKE's confutation of his metaphysics.
SMITH. Oh, I suppose you're the next candidate for death or glory! Good luck to you! I'm not competing. I'll do my job; but I'm not going to make a fool of myself. Dodd and Whiston deserved all they got. You're right there. You'll get what you deserve some day, I expect! Don't look at me like that. I've said I'm sorry, and all that. But it's the truth I'm speaking, all the same.
He was a handsome fellow too, this Lawrence, six feet three, with a curly brown head and the frankest blue eyes that ever looked pityingly, almost wonderingly, on the small and weak things of the earth. And the boy, Wikkey Whiston, was a crossing-sweeper.
Between tea and supper she and her father rested on the beach. Mr. Whiston was reading. Rose pretended to turn the leaves of a book. Of a sudden, as unexpectedly to herself as to her companion, she broke silence. 'Don't you think, father, that we are too much afraid of talking with strangers? 'Too much afraid? Mr. Whiston was puzzled. He had forgotten all about the incident at the dinner-table.
We were indebted for it chiefly to the skill and adroitness of Selina Whiston. The matter had been agitated, it is true, for some years before, and as early as 1856, a bill, drawn up by Mrs. Whiston herself, had been introduced into the Legislature, where it received three votes. So the people were not entirely unprepared.
Wrangle and Tumbrill were speaking, in walking about through the crowds so after an hour apiece for the gentlemen, and then fifteen minutes apiece for a rejoinder, and the Star Spangled Banner from the band, for both sides, we were not a bit surprised to hear a few cries of "Whiston!" from the audience.
No. WHISTON. Funny thing. As far as I'm concerned I can quite imagine myself just snuffing out. You can put one word on my grave, if I have one "Napu." But as for John, no. I want something else. Something about Death being scored off after all. DODD. I know. "O Death, where is thy sting? O Grave, where is thy victory?" WHISTON. Just that. Mind you, I don't think I'm afraid of Death.
He drew from his pocket the three envelopes, held them to his daughter. With shaking hand Rose unfolded the first letter; it was written in clear commercial character, and was signed 'Charles James Burroughs. When she had read all, the girl said quietly 'Are you quite sure, father, that these letters are impertinent? Mr. Whiston stopped in the act of finger-combing his beard.
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