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afore agin ain't allow American authority bein believe Biglow carried common don't doos England English express fact feel folks fore French fust give gret guess half hand hard head heard hope idees it's John keep kind leave less letter live look mean mind natur never nothin once party perhaps phrase Plays present respect rhyme sech seems sence sense side sometimes sound South speak spell sunthin sure tell ther ther''s thet things thought thout thru tion took true turn verses warn't Wilbur write wun't wuth Yankee young
Page 80 - Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'Ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in, — There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. THE COURTIN'. 291 The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser.
Page 149 - It is a shameful and unblessed thing to take the scum of people, and wicked condemned men, to be the people with whom you plant; and not only so, but it spoileth the plantation; for they will ever live like rogues, and not fall to work, but be lazy, and do mischief, and spend victuals, and be quickly weary, and then certify over to their country to the discredit of the plantation.
Page 143 - We ain't so weak an' poor, John, With twenty million people, An' close to every door, John, A school-house an' a steeple. Ole Uncle S. sez he,
Page 148 - Judge not the preacher; for he is thy judge. If thou mislike him, thou conceiv'st him not. God calleth preaching, folly. Do not grudge To pick out treasures from an earthen pot. The worst speak something good. If all want sense, God takes a text, and preacheth patience.
Page 83 - em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, All kin' o' smily roun' the lips An' teary roun
Page 258 - Come, Peace ! not like a mourner bowed For honor lost an' dear ones wasted, But proud, to meet a people proud, With eyes thet tell o' triumph tasted ! Come, with han' grippin' on the hilt, An' step thet proves ye Victory's daughter ! Longin' for you, our sperits wilt Like shipwrecked men's on raf's for water.
Page 207 - GENTLEMEN, — At the special request of Mr. Biglow, I intended to inclose, together with his own contribution, (into which, at my suggestion, he has thrown a little more of pastoral sentiment than usual,) some passages from my sermon on the day of the National Fast, from the text, " Remember them that are in bonds, as bound with them,
Page 257 - Tippin' with fire the bolt of men Thet rived the Rebel line asunder? 'Tain't right to hev the young go fust, All throbbin...
Page 80 - THE COURTIN' GOD makes sech nights, all white an' still Fur 'z you can look or listen, Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill, All silence an' all glisten. Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'.