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"What! brave this storm in a wretched seal-skin cockle-shell like that?" "Would it not be offending Providence," hazarded Mary Wolston, "for one of God's creatures to abandon himself to certain death?" "It would, indeed," added Mrs. Wolston; "true courage consists in facing danger when it is inevitable, but not in uselessly imperiling one's life; there stops courage, and temerity begins."
"I," replied Frank, in his mild but penetrating voice, "if I may be allowed to liken the flowers of the garden to the occupations of human life, I should prefer the part of the violet." "It hides itself," said Mrs. Wolston, "but its presence is not the less felt."
"There is less wisdom in such vain speculation than in these simple words: 'I believe in God the Father, the Creator of all things." "Worlds," says Isaiah, "are, before Him, like the dew-drops on a blade of grass." "We are now, however, getting into the clouds," remarked Wolston; "let us return to the earth by the shortest route. What do you mean to do with the chimpanzee?"
Wolston, "this young student, who never thought of study, had a huge, shaggy Newfoundland dog, and the old lady possessed a chubby little pug, which she was intensely fond of; now, when these two brutes happened to meet on the stairs, the large one, by some accident or other, invariably sent the little one rolling head over heels to the bottom; and, much to the horror of the old lady, her favorite, that commenced its journey down stairs with four legs, had sometimes to make its way up again with three."
You must admit that all this is rather a poor look-out a-head." "Really, Willis," said Mrs. Wolston, "you seem to take a pride in making things worse than they are, conjuring up phantoms that have no existence." "It is true, madam. I may be going upon a wrong tack. Judging from all appearances, the sloop, instead of being on her way to the Cape, is tranquilly reposing at the bottom of the sea.
"It is pretty certain," continued Wolston, "that, if Philipson had been left entirely to himself, he would always have shown the same degree of moderation he had hitherto displayed." "Oh, yes, moderation!" said Sophia.
"I, Mr. Wolston! Well, having no taste for artillery, brilliant charges, blood-stained ruins, and the other agrémens of war, I cannot be a hero. Do you know when I feel most happy?" "No, let us hear." "It is towards evening, when I am reposing tranquilly on the banks of the Jackal." "Ah, I thought so," cried Jack; "no position so congenial to the true philosopher as the horizontal."
A man might consequently be a Blue Beard if he liked, it was only necessary to consult the tariff in the first instance, and see to what extent his means would enable him to indulge his fancy for horrors." "On quitting the house," continued Wolston, "Herbert Philipson bent his way to the shore, and shortly after was observed to plunge into the sea."
"At present, the question before us," said Becker, "is the allotment of quarters; in the meantime, Mr. and Mrs. Wolston, with the young ladies, will continue to occupy our room." "No, no," said Wolston "that would be downright expropriation." "In that case the matter comes within the sphere of our lawyer, and I therefore request his advice."
"What then do you say to pottery?" "I have broken a good deal in my day." "Yes, but there is a difference between breaking it and making it." "What appears most needful," remarked Fritz, "is, three or four acres of fresh land, to double our agricultural produce." "Is land dear in these parts?" inquired Mrs. Wolston, smiling.
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