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Adventures of Mr. Verdant Green

Creator: Bede, Cuthbert, [pseud.], 1827-1889
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that a lighted candle was indispensably necessary to undress by; for when Mrs. Tester came at her usual early hour to light the fires and prepare the sitting-rooms, she discovered him lying on the carpet embracing the coal-skuttle, with a candle by his side. The good woman raised him, and did not leave him until she had, in the most motherly manner, safely tucked him up in bed. * * * Clink, clank! clink, clank! tingle, tangle! tingle, tangle! Are demons smiting ringing hammers into Mr. Verdant Green's brain, or is the dreadful bell summoning him to rise for morning chapel? Mr. Filcher puts an end to the doubt by putting his head in at the bedroom door, and saying, "Time for chapel, sir! Chapel," thought Mr. Filcher; "here is a chap ill, indeed! - Bain't you well, sir? Restless you look!" Oh, the shame and agony that Mr. Verdant Green felt! The desire to bury his head under the clothes, away from Robert's and everyone else's sight; the fever that throbbed his brain and parched his lips, and made him long to drink up Ocean; the eyes that felt like burning lead; the powerless hands that trembled like a weak old man's; the voice that came in faltering tones that jarred the brain at every word! How he despised himself; how he loathed the very idea of wine;
Amusing Trial in which a Yankee Lawyer Renders a Just Verdict

Amusing Trial, in Which a Yankee Lawyer Rendered a Just Verdict. Published at the Office of the Youth's Cabinet, 126 Fulton Street. NEW YORK. 1841. [Illustration: _A Slave sold at Auction._] A time there was, when no one thought It sin, to hold a slave he'd bought, And of his strength have the command, As much as of his house and land. A Yankee Lawyer long had kept A negro-man with whom he slept. [Illustration]
how he resolved never, never to transgress so again! But perhaps Mr. Verdant Green was not the only Oxford freshman who has made this resolution. "Bain't you well, sir?" repeated Mr. Filcher, with a passing thought that freshmen were sadly degenerating, and could [AN OXFORD FRESHMAN 79] not manage their three bottles as they did when he was first a scout: "bain't you well, sir?" "Not very well, Robert, thank you. I - my head aches, and I'm afraid I shall not be able to get up for chapel. Will the Master be very angry?" "Well, he ~might~ be, you see, sir," replied Mr. Filcher, who never lost an opportunity of making anything out of his master's infirmities; "but if you'll leave it to me, sir, I'll make it all right for you, ~I~ will. Of course you'd like to take out an ~aeger~, sir; and I can bring you your Commons just the same. Will that do, sir?". "Oh, thank you; yes, any thing. You will find five shillings in my waistcoat-pocket, Robert; please to take it; but I can't eat."