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There are the godpapas and godmammas, who might almost be fairy sponsors from the number of expensive gifts that they bring upon the scene. The uncles and aunts are also liberal. One night is devoted to a magic lantern which has a perfect focus , another to the pantomime, a third to a celebrated conjuror, a fourth to a Christmas tree and juvenile ball. The happy youth makes himself sufficiently ill with plum pudding, to testify to the reader how good it was, and how much there was of it but recovers in time to fall a victim to the negus and trifle at 14 supper for the same reason. He is neither fatigued with late hours nor surfeited with sweets or if he is, we do not hear of it. But as this is a strictly candid history, I will at once confess the truth, on behalf of my hero and his brothers and sisters. They had spent the morning in decorating the old church, in pricking holly about the house, n95 mask fire and in making a mistletoe bush. Then in the afternoon they had tasted the Christmas soup and seen it given out they had put a finishing touch to the snow man by crowning him with holly, and had dragged niosh surgical mask the yule logs home from the carpenter s. And now, the early tea being over, Paterfamilias had gone to finish his sermon disposable face mask use for to morrow his friend was shut up in his room and Materfamilias was in hers, with one of those painful headaches which even Christmas will not always keep away. So the ten children were best antivirus face mask left to amuse themselves, and they found it rather a difficult matter. Here s a nice Christmas said our hero. He had turned his youngest brother out of the arm chair, and was now lying in it with his legs over the side. Here s a nice Christmas A fellow might just as well be at school. I wonder what Adolphus Brown would think of being cooped up with a lot of children like this It s his party to night, and he s to have champagne an.and to tell the gardener when to raise the curtain. I really think one magpie must be a sign of sorrow, as nurse says but what made Bernard take it into his beautiful foolish head to give trouble I 271 cannot imagine. He wouldn t lie down, and when he did, it was with a grump of protest that seemed to forbode failure. However, face sick mask he let Cocky scold him and pull his hair, which was a safety valve for Cocky. Benjamin dozed with dignity. He knew Cocky wasn t watching for his yellow eyes. I don t think Lettice meant mischief when she summoned n95 mask fire the spectators, for time was up. But her warning the curtain to rise when it did was simple malice and revenge. I never can forget the catastrophe, but I do not clearly remember how Tom Smith and I began to quarrel. He was excessively impudent, and seemed to think we couldn t have had a Happy Family without him and his chattering senseless magpie. When I told him to remember he was speaking to a gentleman, he grinned at me. A gentleman Nay, my sakes Ye re not civil enough by half. More like a new policeman, if ye weren t such a Guy Fawkes in that finery. Be off, said I, and take your bird with you. What if I won t go I ll make you Ye darsen t touch me. Daren t I Ye darsen t. 272 I dare. Try. Are you going Noa. I only pushed him. He struck first. He s bigger than me, but he s a bigger coward, and I d got him down in the middle of the stage, and had given him something to bawl about, before I became conscious that the curtain was up. I only realised it then, because civil, stupid Fred, arrived n95 mask fire at the left wing, panting and gasping Measter Bayard Here s a young wood owl for ye. As he spoke, it escaped him, fluff and feathers flying in the effort, and squawking, plunging, and fluttering, made wildly for the darkest corner of the stage, just as Lettice ran on the mechanical mouse in front. Bernard rose, and shook off everything, and Cocky went into screaming hysterics above which I now heard the thud of Uncle Patrick s crutch, and the peals upon peals of laughter with which our audience greeted my long planned spectacle of a Happy Family Our Irish uncle is not always nice. He teases 273 and mocks, and has an uncertain temper. But one goes to him in trouble. I went next morning to pour out my woes, and defend myself, and complain of the others. I spoke seriously about Lettice. It is not pleasant for a fellow to have a sister who grows up peculiar, as I believe Lettice will. Only the Sunday before, I told her she would be just the sort of woman men hate, and she said she didn t care and I said she ought to, for women were made for men, and the Bible says so and she said grandmamma said that every soul was made for God and its own final good. She was n95 mask fire n95 mask fire in a high falutin mood, and said she wis.
st the painter was still gazing across the water meadows, Master Swift, who was the soul of hospitality, had told Jan where to find a few shillings in a certain drawer, and had commissioned him to lay these out in the wherewithal for an evening meal. Jan had had some anxiety in connection with the duty intrusted to him. Firstly, he well knew that the few shillings were what the schoolmaster must depend on for that week s living. Secondly, though it was his old 3m thailand n95 friend s all, it was a sum very inadequate to provide such a meal as Jan would have liked to set before the painter. At his age, children are very sensitive on behalf of their grown up friends, and like to maintain the credit of home. The provoking point was that Jan had plenty of pocket money, with which he could have supplied deficiencies, had he dared for the painter, besides buying him an outfit for the journey, had liberally rewarded him for his work at the pot boiler. But Jan knew the pride of Master Swift s heart too well to venture to add a half penny to his money, or to spend a half penny less than all. It was whilst he was going with an anxious countenance towards the village shop that Master Chuter met him with open arms. The little innkeeper was genuinely delighted to see him and the news of his arrival having spread, several old friends including Willum Smith were waiting for him, about the yardway of the Heart of Oak. When the innkeeper discovered Jan s errand, he insisted on packing up a prime cut of bacon, some new laid eggs, and a bottle of crusty old port, such as the squires drank at election dinners, to take to the schoolmaster. Jan was far too glad of this seasonable addition to the feast to suggest doubts of its acceptance indeed, he ventured on a hint about a possible lack of wine glasses, which Master Chuter quickly took, and soon filled up his basket with ancient glasses on bloated legs, a clean table cloth, and so forth. We needn t say n95 mask fire any thing about the glasses, suggested Jan, as they drew near the cottage. Master Chuter winked the little eye buried in his fat left cheek. I knows the schoolmaster, Jan. He be mortal proud and I wouldn t offend he, sartinly not, Jan. But Master Swift and me have seen a deal of each other since you left, and he ve tasted this port before, when he were so bad, and he ll not take it amiss from an old friend. Master Chuter was right. The schoolmaster only thanked him heartily, and pressed him to remain. But the little innkeeper, bustling round the table with professional solicitude, declined the invitation. I be obliged to ee all the same, Master Swift. But I hope I knows better manners than to intrude on you and Jan just now, let alone a gentleman on whom I shall have pleasure in waiting at the Heart of.ler s wife. What can ee want with un The talking ceased as she spoke, and the windmiller appeared, followed by a woman carrying a young baby in her arms. He was a ruddy man for his age at any time, but there was an extra flush on his cheeks just now, and some excitement in his manner, making him look as his wife was not wont to see him more than once a year, after the Foresters dinner at the Heart of Oak. There was a difference, too. A little too much drink made the windmiller peevish and pompous, but just now he spoke in a kindly, almost conciliating tone. See, missus Let this good lady dry herself a bit, and get warm, and the little un too. A woman who wears n95 mask ill favored, though there was no positive fault to be found with her features, except that the upper lip was long and cleft, and the lower one very large came forward with the child, and began to take off its wraps, and the miller s wife, giving her face a hasty wipe, went hospitably to help her. Tst tst little love she cried, gulping down a sob, due to her own sad memories, and moving the cloak more tenderly than the woman in whose arms the child lay. What a pair of dark eyes, then Is t a boy n95 mask fire or girl, m m A boy, said a voice from the door, and the miller s wife, with a suppressed shriek of timidity, became aware of a man whose entrance she had not perceived, and to n95 mask fire whom she dropped a hasty courtesy. He was a man slightly above the middle height, whose slenderness made him seem taller. An old cloak, intended as much to disguise as to protect him, did not quite conceal a faultlessness of costume beneath it, after the fashion of the day. Waistcoats of three kinds, one within the other, a frilled shirt, and a well adjusted stock, were to be seen, though he held the ends of the old cloak tightly across him, as the wind would have caught them in the doorway. He wore a countryman s hat, which seemed to suit him as little as the cloak, and from beneath the brim his dark eyes glared with a restless, dissatisfied look, and were so dark and so fierce and bright that one could hardly see any other details of his face, unless it were his smooth chin, which, either from habit or from the stiffness of his stock, he carried strangely up in the air. Indeed, sir, said the windmiller s wife, courtesying, and setting a chair, with her eyes wandering back by a kind of fascination to those of the stranger be pleased to take a seat, sir. The stranger sat down for a moment, and then stood up again. Then he seemed to remember that he still wore his hat, and removed it, holding it stiffly before him in his gloved hands. This displayed a high, narrow head, on which the natural hair was worn short and without parting, and a face which, though worn, was not old. And, for no definable reason, an i.f the Viscount, he stooped down, seized the toad in his huge finger and thumb, and strode off in the direction of the potager, followed at a respectful distance by Jacques, who vented his awe and astonishment in alternate bows and exclamations at the astounding conduct of the incomprehensible Preceptor. What is the use of such ugly beasts said the Viscount to his tutor, on his return from the potager. Birds and butterflies are pretty, but what can such villains as these toads have been made for 143 You should study natural history, Monsieur began the priest, who was himself a naturalist. That is what you always say, interrupted the Viscount, with the perverse folly of ignorance but if I knew as much as you do, it would not make me understand why such ugly creatures need have been made. Nor, said the priest, firmly, is it necessary that you should understand it, particularly if you do not care to inquire. It is enough for you and me if we remember Who made them, some six thousand years before either of us was born. With which Monsieur the Preceptor who had all this time kept his place in the little book with his big thumb returned to the terrace, and resumed his devotions at the point where they had been interrupted which exercise he continued till he was joined by the Cur of the village, and the two priests relaxed in the political and religious gossip of the day. Monsieur the Viscount rejoined his young guests, and they fed the gold fish and the swans, and played Colin Maillard in the shady walks, and made a beautiful bouquet for Madame, and then fled indoors at the first approach of evening chill, and found that the Viscountess had prepared a feast of fruit and flowers for them in the great hall. Here, at the head 144 of the table, with Madame at his right hand, his guests around, and the liveried lacqueys waiting his commands, Monsieur the Viscount forgot that anything had ever been made which could mar beauty and enjoyment while the two priests outside stalked up and down under the falling twilight, and talked ugly talk of crime and poverty that were somewhere now, and of troubles to come hereafter. And so night fell over the beautiful sky, the beautiful chateau, and the beautiful gardens and upon the secure slumbers of beautiful Madame and her beautiful son, and beautiful, beautiful France. CHAPTER II. It was the year of grace 1792, thirteen years after the events related in the last chapter. It was the 2nd of September, and Sunday, a day of rest and peace in all Christian countries, and even more in gay, beautiful France a day of festivity and merriment. This Sunday, however, seemed rather an exception to the general rule. There were no gay groups or bannered processions the typical incense and the public dev.
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Yes, thou art ugly, my poor Lazarus, quietly said the Roman, playing with his golden chain thou art even horrible, my poor friend and Death was not lazy that day when thou didst fall so heedlessly into his hands. But thou art stout, and, as the great C aelig sar used to say, fat people are not ill tempered to tell the truth, I don t understand why men fear thee. Permit me to spend the night in thy house the hour is late, and I have no shelter. Never had anyone asked Lazarus hospitality. I have n95 mask fire no bed, said he. I am somewhat of a soldier and I can sleep sitting, the Roman answered. We shall build a fire. I have no fire. Then we shall have our talk in the darkness, like two friends. I think thou wilt find a bottle of wine. I have no wine. The Roman laughed. Now n95 mask fire I see why thou art so somber and dislikest thy second life. No wine Why, then we shall do without it there are words that make the head go round better than the Falernian. By a sign he dismissed the slave, and they remained all alone. And again the sculptor started speaking, but it was as if, together with the setting sun, life had left his words and they grew pale and hollow, as if they staggered on unsteady feet, as if they slipped and fell down, drunk with the heavy lees of weariness and despair. And black chasms grew up between the words like far off hints of the great void and the great darkness. Now I am thy guest, and thou wilt not be unkind to me, Lazarus said he. Hospitality is the duty even n95 mask fire of those who for three days were dead. Three days, I was told, thou didst rest in the grave. There it must be cold and that is whence comes thy ill habit of going without fire and wine. As to me, I like fire it grows dark here so rapidly The lines of thy eyebrows and forehead are quite, quite interesting they are like ruins of strange palaces, buried in ashes after an earthquake. But why dost thou wear such ugly and queer garments I have seen bridegrooms in thy c.had held firmly on to a decent and reverent burial, and, foreseeing that the poor survivors would be quite unable to afford gravestones, he kept a strict list of the dead, and where they were buried, which was afterwards transferred to one large monument, which was bought by subscription. He cut the village off from all communication with the outer world, to prevent a spread of the disease but he sent accounts of the calamity to the public papers, which brought abundant help in money for the needs of the parish. And in these matters the schoolmaster was his right hand man. The disease was most eccentric in its path. Having scourged one side only of the main street, it burst out with virulence in detached houses at a distance. Then it returned to the village, and after lulls and outbreaks it ceased as suddenly as it began. It was about midway in its career that it fell with all its wrath upon Master Lake s windmill. The mill stood in a healthy position, n95 mask fire but the dwelling room was ill ventilated, and there were defective sanitary arrangements, which Master Swift had anxiously pointed out to the miller. The plague had begun in the village, and the schoolmaster trembled for Jan. But Master Lake was not to be interfered with, and, when the schoolmaster spoke of poison, thought himself witty as he replied, It be a uncommon slow pison then, Master Swift. It must also be allowed that such epidemics, once started, do havoc in apparently clean houses and amongst well fed people. It was a little foster sister of Jan s who sickened first. She died within two days. Her burial was hasty enough, but Mrs. Lake had no time to fret about that, for a second child was ill. Like many another householder, the poor windmiller was now ready enough to look to his drains, and so forth but it may be doubted if the general stirring up of dirty places at this moment did not do as much harm as good. It was hot, terribly hot. Day after day passed without a breeze to cool the burning skins of the sick, and yet it was not sunshiny. People did say that the pestilence hung like a murky vapor above the district, and hid the n95 mask with changeable filter sun. Trades were slack, corn grinding amongst the rest, and Master Lake did n95 vs n99 vs n100 the housework, helped by Jan and Abel. He was stunned by the suddenness and the weight of the calamity which had come to him. He was very kind to Mrs. Lake, but the poor woman was almost past any feeling but that which, as a sort of instinct or inspiration, guided a constant watching and waiting on her sick children. She never slept, and would not have eaten, but that Master Lake used his authority to force some food upon her. At this time Jan s chief occupations were cookery and dish washing. His constant habit of observation made all the experiences of l.