I cherished no malice towards him, though he had been skylarking with me not a little in the matter of my bedfellows.
However, a good laugh is a mighty good thing, and rather too scarce a good thing; the more's the pity.
But that was certainly very coolly done by him, and every one knows that in most people's estimation, to do anything coolly is to fo it genteelly.
And in August, high in air, the beautiful and bountiful horse-chedtnuts, candelabra-wise, proffer the passer-by their tapering upright cones of congregated blossoms.
Methinks we have hugely mistaken this matter of Life and Death.
Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance.
Methinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water is the thinnest air.
At the time I now write of, Father Mapple was in the hardy winter of a healthy old age; that sort of old age which seems merging into a second flowering youth, for among all the fissures of his wrinkles, there shone certain mild gleams of a newly developing bloom- the spring verdure peeping forth even beneath February's snow.
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