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Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886 [1855], Ellie, or, The human comedy. With illustrations after designs by Strother. (A. Morris, Richmond) [word count] [eaf506T]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
“Ah, Ellie! my good little Ellie! always glad to see Having distributed which comprehensive salute, Mr. “I do well,” growled Doctor Fossyl. “That is an agreeable circumstance,” said Sansoucy. “Getting better.” “He'll soon be out?” “Yes.” “I'm glad.” “And I don't care!” “Oh, you don't care for anything, my dear Doctor, “And, therefore, you despise me.” “No, I'm nearly one myself.” “A pretty philosopher!” “Who don't believe in the lights of the Eighteenth Century, And Mr. Sansoucy smiled. “Here is a little philosopher, who strikes me as superior “Who are you talking about?”
“Ellie.” “That child?” “Yes.” “A philosopher, forsooth—of the Sansoucy school, “Why, Doctor, what a biting wit you have, this morning! And Mr. Sansoucy applauded his jest with favorable “Yes,” he said: “you've got a very enthusiastic follower “My hand!” “Yes, marry her!” The idea seemed to tickle Mr. Sansoucy very much, “Faith! Doctor, I really do not think your advice so
“You acknowledge then—?” “That I love Ellie? Yes, my dear Doctor. Don't I, And Mr. Sansoucy smoothed the child's hair with a “Indeed, sir, I love you for all your goodness,” Ellie “Mighty pretty!” sneered Doctor Fossyl; “coo-coo! Sansoucy smiled, and said: “I really can't oblige you, Doctor—the affection Ellie And Mr. Sansoucy again laughed, but this time with “See here, Doctor,” said Sansoucy; “here is the “Nonsense!” muttered Doctor Fossyl: “really the “Go on?” “Yes, I say go on.” “Why, certainly—until Joe is well.” “You pay?” Sansoucy laughed, and said:
“I pay.” “Very good,” replied Doctor Fossyl, rising. “I'll “So long!” “Yes—what are you surprised at?” “Why, at the failure of the great Doctor Fossyl in—” “Raising a man instantaneously from a fever, you And Doctor Fossyl rose. As he did so, the loud resounding hymn from Aunt “Who is singing, Ellie?” said Mr. Sansoucy; “I “Aunt Phillis has a prayer-meeting, sir,” Ellie said. “Oh!” said Sansoucy: “the old woman down there!” “The old hypocritical hag down there!” growled Doctor “Hush, Doctor, let us listen to the incantation ceremony,” And the company were silent. The hymn, which had paused in its flow for a time as
As it rose now, it seemed to speak of the country, of The disconnected words which reached the ears of the “O! what ship is this that will take us all home O! glory, halleluia! O! what ship is this that will take us all home? O! glory, halleluia! 'Tis the old ship of Zion—halleluia! 'Tis the old ship of Zion—halleluia! “Do you think she will be able for to take us all home? O! glory, halleluia! Do you think she will be able for to take us all home? O! glory, halleluia! O yes! she will be able—halleluia! O yes! she will be able—halleluia! “She has landed many thousands, and she'll land as many more! O! glory, halleluia! She has landed many thousands, and she'll land as many more! O! glory, halleluia! She will land them over Jordan—halleluia! She will land them over Jordan—halleluia! Come along! come along!—and let's go home O! glory, halleluia! Come along! come along!—and let's go home! O! glory, halleluia! Our home it is in heaven—halleluia! Our home it is in heaven—halleluia!
The mournful melody of the negro manner of singing, “Come to Jesus, just now!” and this was sung with the same deep devotion whichhad characterized the former. It had its effect even upon the physician, and when it ceased, he stood for some moments without speaking, with a strange impression in his deep-set eyes. “Well,” he said at last, “I suppose I have remained “A moment,” said Sansoucy, “tell me first, my dear “I think nothing!” said Doctor Fossyl, with a sharp And he went out. “There goes a man who has fed on food which poisons
Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886 [1855], Ellie, or, The human comedy. With illustrations after designs by Strother. (A. Morris, Richmond) [word count] [eaf506T]. |