human
For we none of us prize a blessing till we have lost it! Now, friends and neighbours, a little time ago, it seemed as if some ill-will had crept into the village,--ill-will between you and me, neighbours!--why, that is not like Hazeldean!
gpt
I don't say it was all your fault; perhaps it was mine.
human
Noa, noa, noa,
gpt
Nay, friends, continued the squire, humbly, and in one of those illustrative aphorisms which, if less subtle than Riccabocca's, were more within reach of the popular comprehension,--
human
cried the squire, warming,
gpt
It warn't you, cried a voice in the crowd,
human
Stand forth, Sprott: thou art the man.
gpt
If it was Nick Stirn you meant, said he, gravely,
human
(Roars of laughter amongst the men; the women did not know which way to look, except, indeed, Mrs. Hazeldean, who, though she was more than usually rosy, maintained her innocent genial smile, as much as to say,
gpt
There is no harm in the squire's jests. ) The orator resumed,
human
After they had thus lain apart for a little time, very silent and sullen, John sneezed. 'God bless you!' says Joan, over the bolster. 'Did you say God bless me?' cries John, 'then here goes the bolster!'
gpt
Friends and neighbours, said the squire, when silence was restored, and lifting the horn of ale,
human
I have the pleasure to inform you that I have. ordered the stocks to be taken down, and made into a bench for the chimney-nook of our old friend Gaffer Solomons yonder. But mind me, lads, if ever you make the parish regret the loss of the stocks, and the overseers come to me with long faces, and say, 'The stocks must be rebuilded,' why-- Here from all the youth of the village rose so deprecating a clamour, that the squire would have been the most burgling orator in the world, if he said a word further on the subject. He elevated the horn over his head--
gpt
Why, that's my old Hazeldean again! Health and long life to you all!
human
The Poor Man's Friend, or
gpt
The Rights of Labour,