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Will you count you have lost your child, when she is singing in the great glory? Nay, good mother, I wis I have well said in praying you to rejoice rather. "And, dear mother, I beseech you that you bring up mine own dear child in the same. I would have him, if I may, as dear unto Christ as I am, and as ready to leave all for Christ His sake, as I, his mother, have done.
Here also I found my old classmate in the General Theological Seminary, Rev. Dr. Alfred Brittin Baker, Rector of Trinity Church, Princeton, N.J., Rev. Dr. Henry L. Jones, of Wilkesbarre, Pa., Rev. Dr. A.S. Woodle, of Altoona, Pa., the Rev. Henry S. Foster, of Green Bay, Wis., and the Rev. Wm. B. Thorne, of Marinette, Wis., all journeying to San Francisco.
The little seamstress obediently rose, pushed back the teapot, and disappeared. 'If I wis you, said Liz the moment they were alone, and leaning forward to get a better look at Gladys, 'I wadna bide. Ye wad be faur better workin' for yersel'. If ye like, I'll speak for ye whaur I work, at Forsyth's Paper Mill in the Gorbals. I ken Maister George wad dae onything I ask him.
Wis at a Sunday-schuil too." "Oh, you were? And what did you learn there?" Baubie Wishart looked puzzled, consulted her toes in vain, and then finally gave it up. "I should like to do something for her," observed her first friend: "it is time this street-singing came to an end."
"She hath written two Breviaries, I wis." "Two!" said Sir Geoffrey, laughing. "One for Sundays and feasts, and the other for week-days? Madge, bring us both of them." Margery left the room, and returned in a few minutes, with both the books in her hand. Sir Geoffrey took them, and opened the illuminated one the genuine Breviary first.
Will you not yet once entreat of my Lord Duke, being in England, to pay one visit to his dying mother?" "I wis not that she is dying. Folks commonly take less time over their dying than thus." Perrote, as it were, waved away the manner of the answer, and replied only to the matter. "Sir, she is dying, albeit very slowly. My Lady may linger divers weeks yet. Will you not send to my Lord?"
He ceased, evidently thinking that he had made an impression. He was quite prepared for a little pouting, and for earnest entreaties, and even passionate words; but the one thing for which he was not prepared he got in Margery's answer. "I wis well, reverend father," she said, very quietly, "to the full as well as it list you to tell me, how young, and weak, and all unwitting I be.
They say that the Cathedral of Milan is second only to St. Peter's at Rome. I cannot understand how it can be second to anything made by human hands. We bid it good-bye, now possibly for all time. How surely, in some future day, when the memory of it shall have lost its vividness, shall we half believe we have seen it in a wonderful dream, but never with waking eyes! "Do you wis zo haut can be?"
There was a rumour in London that "my Lord of Hereford" had returned to England before his period of banishment was over, and had possessed himself of the person of King Richard at Flint Castle. "What will he do?" asked Margery. "Soothly I wis not," answered the jailer. "I trow he will make himself king.
The writer, in digging a well in Waukesha, Wis., a place now famous for the curative properties of its waters in 1847, struck soil at a depth of about thirty-five feet that which was evidently ante-glacial.
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