I didn't mean any offense.

Give me your hand, and God bless you for your noble heart." Gray was touched as easily one way as the other, and he took Charlton's hand with emotion, at the same time drawing his sleeve across his eyes and saying, "God bless you, Mr.Charlton.You can depend on me.

I'm the gardeen, and I don't keer two cents fer life.

It's a shadder, and a mush-room, as I writ some varses about it wonst.

Let me say 'em over: "Life's a shadder, Never mind it.
A cloud kivers up the sun And whar is yer shadder gone?
Ye'll hey to be peart to find it! "Life's a ladder-- What about it?
You've clim half-way t' the top, Down comes yer ladder ke-whop! You can't scrabble up without it! "Nothin's no sadder, Kordin to my tell, Than packin' yer life around.
They's good rest under the ground Ef a feller kin on'y die well." Charlton, full of ambition, having not yet tasted the bitterness of disappointment, clinging to life as to all, was fairly puzzled to understand the morbid sadness of the Poet's spirit.