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I once yerd a grond sarmon fro' that text i' th' pulpit up aboon here; and when it were oer, Dickey o' Sams o' the Heights went aat o' th' chapel, and tried to draan hissel' i' Green Fold Lodge. Naa, that's what I co powerful preychin'! 'Pardon me, Mr. Bradshaw. We are not here to discuss the merits of preaching. We are here to consider the request of Amanda Stott 'An' axin' yor pardon, Mr.
Bless yer, I've been in at the "Spotted Deer" to-night, and there worn't nothin else talked of but yo and yor goins-on. There won't be a tongue in the place to-morrow that won't be a-waggin about yer yur a public charickter, yo are they'll be sendin the reporters down on yer for a hinterview. "Where the Devil do she get the money?" they says.
Once more she turned towards the old woman, and said: 'Aw shouldn't ha' caared so mich, Gronny, if he'd deed as yor lad deed i' his own bed, an' wi' a fayver; bud he wur crushed wi' a lump o' coile! Poor little lad! Luk yo' here! and the mother bared the body and showed the discoloured parts. 'Did ta' ever see a child dee o' fayver, lass? 'Not as aw know on.
Yor most assured constant Friend, Century of Inventions, xxxix. April 5th he wrote to him again. I have no time, nor do you expect that I shall make unnecessary repetitions to you. Wherefore, referring you to Digby for business, this is only to give you assurance of my constant friendship to you: which, considering the general defection of common honesty, is in a sort requisite.
The most philosophic judgment was that of Malachi o' th' Mount, who, turning on Amos one evening in the chapel yard, said: 'Look here, owd lad; it were yor pleasure to stop single; it were mine to get wed. We both on us pleeased aarsels; let th' parson do th' same. He'll noan ax thee to live wi' th' lass; he'll live wi' her hissel. Then let him pleease hissel.
Tho. Han yo getten a mother, lad? Bill. No, thank ye. 'Ain't got no mother. Come of a haunt, I do. First Boy. Game! ain't he? Tho. Well, aw'll tak yo whoam to yor aunt aw wull. Bill. Will you now, old chap? Wery well. Tho. Tell mo wheer's por aunt, or aw'll breyk every bone i' yor body. Let me go, I say. Let me go and I'll tell ye. I will indeed, sir. Tho.
'Howd on a bit, said Amos, still holding the minister by the lapel of his coat. 'Naa listen to me. If I were yo' I wouldn't go. Th' lass hes made her bed; let her lie on't. Durnd yo' risk yor repetation by makkin' it yasier, or by takkin' ony o' th' thorns aat o' her pillow.
"Come, Kelly," said he to one of them, "are you fully prepared for the two blessed sacraments of Penance and the Eucharist, that you are about to receive? Can you read, sir?" "Can I read, is id? my brother Barney can, yor Rev'rence," replied Kelly, sensible, amid all the disadvantages around him, of the degradation of his ignorance.
He ventured to look at him more directly, and, as he did so, something in the attitude of the proud handsome stripling reminded him of Sandy Sandy, in the days of his youth, coming down to show his prosperous self at the farm. He put his large soil-stained hand on David's shoulder. 'Goo yor ways in, Davy. I'll see yo ha your reets. David opened his eyes at him, astounded.
Mind yor hits! Aw 'm beawn to set it agate! An' then he went, an' wun th' organ up, an' it started a-playin' 'French; an' th' singers followed, as weel as they could, in a slattery sort of a way. But some on 'em didn't like it. They reckon't that they made nought o' singin' to machinery. Well, when th' hymn wur done, th' parson said, 'Let us pray, an' down they went o' their knees.
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