Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol. III, No. XVII, October 1851Various
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol. III, No. XVII, October 1851
Various
American literature -- Periodicals; Civilization -- Periodicals; Culture -- Periodicals
Whereupon, father burst out a laughing, hugged mother, called Bess a
silly puss, and gave Halliwell a grout for 's payns. Now, while some
were laughing, and others taking father prettie sharplie to task for soe
rough a crank, I fell a muzing, what c^d be y^e drift of this, and could
only surmize it mighte be to harden us beforehand, as 'twere, to what
was sure to come at last. And the preapprehension of this so belaboured
my alreadie o'erburthened spiritts, as that I was fayn to betake myself
to y^e nurserie, and lose alle thought and reflection in my little
Bill's prettie ways. And, this not answering, was forct to have recourse
to prayer; then, leaving my closett, was able to return to y^e
nurserie, and forget myselfe awhile in the mirth of the infants.
Hearing voyces beneathe y^e lattice, I lookt forthe, and behelde his
Grace of Norfolk (of late a strange guest) walking beneath y^e window in
earnest converse with father, and, as they turned about, I hearde him
say, "By the mass, master More, 'tis perilous striving with princes. I
could wish you, as a friend, to incline to the king's pleasure; for,
indignatio principis mors est."
"Is that all?" says father; "why then there will be onlie this
difference between your grace and me, that I shall die to-daye, and you
to-morrow;"--which was the sum of what I caught.
Next morning, we were breaking our fast with peacefullness of heart, on
y^e principle that sufficient for the daye is the evill thereof, and
there had beene a wordy war between our two factions of the Neri and
Bianchi, Bess having defalked from y^e mancheteers on y^e ground that
black bread sweetened the breath and settled the teeth, to the no small
triumph of the cob-loaf party; while Daisy, persevering at her crusts,
sayd "No, I can cleave to the rye bread as steddilie as anie among you,
but 'tis vayn of father to maintain that it is as toothsome as a
manchet, or that I eat it to whiten my teeth, for thereby he robs
self-deniall of its grace."
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