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Wetherell had at one time been actually a resident of Boston, he received quite as many cautions from his neighbors as Monsieur Dumollet. Billets doux and pistols were, of course, not mentioned, but it certainly behooved him, when he should have arrived at that place of intrigues, to be on the lookout for cabals.
Those who are familiar with that delightful French song which treats of the leave-taking of one Monsieur Dumollet will appreciate, perhaps, the attentions which were showered upon William Wetherell and Cynthia upon their departure for the capital next morning. Although Mr.
“From old age I only ask the experience which it gives by degrees. ‘Si jeunesse savait, si vieillesse pouvait!’ says the proverb. I wish to preserve for a hundred years the strength of a young man, and to acquire the knowledge of an old one.” “So be it,” said Death; “I shall return this day a hundred years.” “Bon voyage, cher Dumollet, A Saint-Malo débarquez sans naufrage.”
“Will you take a fifty, wheelwright? may the devil admire you!” The wheelwright of Coq intoned: “Bon voyage, cher Dumollet, A Saint-Malo débarquez sans naufrage.” In the meanwhile the clock of Condé had just struck four, and the boys were coming out of school.
Those who are familiar with that delightful French song which treats of the leave-taking of one Monsieur Dumollet will appreciate, perhaps, the attentions which were showered upon William Wetherell and Cynthia upon their departure for the capital next morning. Although Mr.
“Do you fancy, then, that I am going to conduct you to paradise?” “You must, as I have half-a-dozen souls to carry there, that I once saved from the clutches of Belzébuth.” “Better have saved your own. En route, cher Dumollet!” The great golfer saw that the old reaper bore him a grudge, and that he was going to conduct him to the paradise of the lost. Noires glaives.
Wetherell had at one time been actually a resident of Boston, he received quite as many cautions from his neighbors as Monsieur Dumollet. Billets doux and pistols were, of course, not mentioned, but it certainly behooved him, when he should have arrived at that place of intrigues, to be on the lookout for cabals.
Those who are familiar with that delightful French song which treats of the leave-taking of one Monsieur Dumollet will appreciate, perhaps, the attentions which were showered upon William Wetherell and Cynthia upon their departure for the capital next morning. Although Mr.
Wetherell had at one time been actually a resident of Boston, he received quite as many cautions from his neighbors as Monsieur Dumollet. Billets doux and pistols were, of course, not mentioned, but it certainly behooved him, when he should have arrived at that place of intrigues, to be on the lookout for cabals.
The sight of this great dry heron of a creature who struggled on the causeuse, like a devil in a holy-water pot, surprised and soon delighted them. Never suspecting that when seated at the door of the old, Death watches the young, they thought it funny to put out their tongues at him, singing in chorus: “Bon voyage, cher Dumollet, A Saint-Malo débarquez sans naufrage.”
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