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Having dried their powder, and laid in an additional supply of provisions and forage, the British army was now prepared to renew more actively the pursuit of Morgan. On the evening before the marching of the main army, Colonel Webster moved forward with the artillery, and a small detachment as a rear guard, and took position at Beattie's Ford.
Thrale should have left Johnson £200 a year; which, from a fortune like his, would have been a very inconsiderable deduction. Beattie's Life, ed. 1824, p. 290. Miss Burney thus writes of the day of the sale: 'Mrs. Thrale went early to town, to meet all the executors, and Mr. Barclay, the Quaker, who was the bidder.
Madame Beattie's neatly shod and very small feet went up on a chair, and she tipped the one she was sitting in at a dangerous angle while she exhaled luxuriously, and so Lydia, coming round the corner in a simple curiosity to know who was there, found them, laughing uproariously and dim with smoke. Lydia had her opinions about smoking.
For an hour after that he sat within the door of his tepee with the flap up, watching the road. Nothing stirred on it. Bela had obtained Gilbert Beattie's permission to keep her team in the company's stable for the present. After breakfast next morning, without saying anything to anybody, Musq'oosis climbed the hill and hitched Sambo and Dinah to the wagon.
He was learning to give as good as he got. "Heard the news?" asked Big Jack, glancing around at his companions, promising them a bit of sport. "What news?" asked Sam warily. "Your new girl has flew the coop." "What do you mean?" demanded Sam, scowling. "Wafted. Vamosed. Fluffed out. Beat it for the outside." "Who are you talking about?" "Beattie's wife's sister." "Miss Mackall?"
If he talked reasonably with her, perhaps she could persuade him after all. "Why, don't you see? it's just as easy! I do, and I've only thought of it one night. Don't you see, Madame Beattie's here to hound Jeffrey into paying her for the necklace. That's going to kill him, just kill him. Anne, I should think you could see that." Anne could see it if it were so.
Besides, when she learned what Mr. Beattie's fee was to be, she felt too poor to pay anybody anything. The only thing she could do, therefore, was to remind Skip of the beautiful old song, "Lovers once, but strangers now." "Besides, Skippie dear, I'm engaged." "Already?" "Yes."
Whenever Dion had begun to feel slightly chilled he had looked at her, and the face in the firelight had assured him. "Beattie does care," he had thought; and he had realized how much he wanted Beattie to care, how he had come to depend upon Beattie's sisterly affection and gentle but deep interest in all the course of his life.
But we recall nothing, in his verse, of which England alone was the inspiration. Yet he was, and is, admired in the land of his fathers. A proof of this fact is contained in the second volume of Beattie's "Life of Campbell." It had been arranged that he should read something, and he chose the 'Thanatopsis' of Bryant.
She loved her home and friends; she loved Irving, and Scott, and Goldsmith; she loved Beattie's Minstrel, Milton's Comus, and Campbell's Wyoming; she loved the garden and fields; she loved the woods, and lake, and sky; she loved bee-balm and clover; she loved double-pinks, and double-roses; she tasted the fragrance of peaches and apples, with a purer zest than that which relished their pleasant pulps; and every lovely and tender creature found in her a friend.
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