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Portrait of Susanna Moodie Susanna Moodie The Little Quaker; or, the Triumph of Virtue…

Pat shrugged up his shoulders, and sighed heavily; then, turning to Josiah, said—
“Your honour, I drank too much last night, and behaved like a madman, as these blows will sufficiently witness, though I cannot remember how I came by them, or what I did last night; but if this is my hatchet, which I see by the mark it is, why I know ’tis no use denying the fact. I am heartily sorry for it, and, if you will forgive me this once, I will devote all my leisure hours in restoring your garden to its original neatness.”
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Portrait of Susanna Moodie Susanna Moodie The Little Quaker; or, the Triumph of Virtue…

The young friends parted mutually attached to each other; and, on leaving the house of the good Quakers, George grasped Josiah firmly by the hand, and said—
“Accept, my dear Josiah, my boundless gratitude and affection. You have taught me a lesson I never shall forget during the remainder of a life I owe to your care,—that moral virtues are confined to no rank or station in life; that such exist among every class and sect of people; and that the greatest of all weaknesses is that of despising any one because he may differ in opinion from ourselves.
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Portrait of Susanna Moodie Susanna Moodie The Little Quaker; or, the Triumph of Virtue…

I hate flowers! We cannot steal a handful of green gooseberries without spoiling the flowers.”
“But we need not confine ourselves to the garden, George. We can play at football on the lawn; or shoot arrows at a mark, in the court-yard.”
“I am tired of these games,” said George. “Let us climb over the pales into the Quaker’s meadow, and chase the geese.”
“With all my heart,” replied William; “but if Mrs. Shirley should see us, and tell Papa, you know how our diversion would end.”
“Why surely, Will, you are not such a coward, as to be afraid of the old woman.
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