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"Losh! it's no Tam M'Callum!" he swung his swag to the ground, and extended his hand "Mony 's the thocht A had o' ye, mun. Ma certie, A kent weel we wad forgather ir lang. An' hoo're ye farin' syne?" "Excellent, i' faith of the chameleon's dish," I replied, with winning politeness, and a hearty hand-grip, though I felt like a man in the act of parrying a rifle bullet.
"But nowadays he has tin wurruds f'r Thomas Jefferson an' th' rest iv th' sage crop to wan f'r himsilf. 'Fellow-dimmycrats, he says, 'befure goin' anny farther, an' maybe farin' worse, I reluctantly accipt th' nommynation f'r prisidint that I have caused ye to offer me, he says, 'an' good luck to me, he says. 'Seein' th' counthry in th' condition it is, he says, 'I cannot rayfuse, he says.
We should stop a moment before its stone partition with its iron door: they are both much esteemed works of the end of the XVth century. The partition wall is from the liberality of Philip de la Rose, chief-archdeacon, and was erected in the year 1473 according to Farin, but 1479 according to Pommeraye .
These are the fashionable walks. The bronze statue between the two is that of Boieldieu, the celebrated french composer a native of Rouen. It is the work of the sculptor Dantan the younger. According to Farin, this public walk was formed for a walk for the ladies, and is one of the finest in the kingdom; its length is about 674 fathoms.
In the year 533, and not 530 as Farin says, whose chronology is often erroneous, the archbishop saint Godard was interred in the subterraneous chapel of this church, which then changed its ancient name for that of the holy prelate, whose remains it had received. Saint-Romain was also interred in the same chapel.
"Ut's toime ye be comin' back to let th' owld man know how ye're farin'!" Bill grasped the extended hand and peered into the twinkling eyes of the old Irishman. "Well, Daddy, you don't seem much surprised." "Oi know'd ye'd be along wan av these days, but ye tuk yer own toime about ut." "How did you know I wasn't drowned in the river?"
Farin and some other authors have said that this had been an ancient temple of Adonis; nothing however proves, or justifies such an assertion; and we only see in this, a popular tradition on which we must not rely. Formerly this little church was very curious in some of its portions.
“That it is not permitted to us to venture so farin these latitudes, and I believe that the Creator forbids His creatures to climb to the summit of the poles.” “Notwithstanding that the summit of one pole is only sixty miles away from us now.” “Granted, Mr. Jeorling, but these sixty miles are equal to thousands when we have no means of making them!
"There can be little doobt they hae gotten a grip o' 'm at last, puir fallow!" said Joseph. "But whatever 's come till him, we canna sit doon an' ait oor mait ohn kent hoo Phemy 's farin, puir wee lamb! Ye maun jist haud awa' ower to Kirkbyres, Ma'colm, an' get word o' yer mither, an' see gien onything can be made oot o' her." The proposal fell on Malcolm like a great billow.
I am no worse rather better if anything, now I come to think about it. Your Cornish air is kind to me, and when the sun shines I am happy." "How be the picksher farin'?" "I get on well, I think." "'Tis cruel clever of 'e, Mister Jan. An' you'll paint me wi' the fuzz all around?" "That is what I hope to do; a harmony in brown and gold."
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