John Fuller

“ I felt perfectly sure now that sooner or later John would take the plunge, and I felt for him. Such an awkward thing to do under the most favorable circumstances, and who could tell how Miss Lamb would like it after such a very short acquaintance. She did not impress me as a girl who would say "Yes, thank you" as a matter of course just because John was a distinguished man and a fine fellow, and I could not form any surmise as to the state of her feelings toward him. I did not think she was indifferent to him; no intelligent person ever was, to my knowledge ”

“ I sobbed, as I kissed her pale, emaciated cheek; ”God is too good to take you away from us.”
”He knows best, my son. His will be done! But I have not strength to say much, and even now I feel the cloud coming. Will you make me two promises? I want you to bring your father’s remains from Elmira, and bury them with me under the old cedar at home; ‘twas there I promised to be his bride in the long ago. And, John, something tells me that you had another motive, besides seeing me, in coming hither. Do you not seek Frank Paning’s life? ”

“ She said you were too chary of your letters."
"She is very kind, I am sure," said Miss Lamb, a little coolly I thought, "but I should be sorry to encroach upon her time without even a poor pretext."
"I should think your time and attention were to be considered also," said John. "Believe me, Miss Lamb, you get the best of authors in their books. It does not often pay to correspond with them."
"What heresy!" cried I. "You are areal dog in the manger, Jack. You know there is no one whose letters you enjoy as you do those of the author of Spoils." ”

“ Samuel Fuller, born in 1625, his son by his third wife, Britlget Lee, was minister at Middleboro. Samuel Fuller, third, born in 165S, son of the Rev. Samuel and his wife Elizabeth, married Mercy Eaton. Deacon John Fuller, born in 1698, married Deborah Ring in 1723. Their daughter, Deborah Fuller, born in 1729, married Kimball Prince. Deacon .John Prince, born in 1768, married Elizabeth Sherman. Mercy Prince, born hi 1793, married Hervey Cushman, a lineal descendant of Robert Cushman through his only son, Thomas, whose wife was Mary, daughter of Isaac Allerton. ”

“ Ellerton's hall, we turned to see two figures coming through the portières, and while the elder lady greeted me without venturing a guess as to which of us was which, Miss Lamb met John with extended hand, saying very warmly: "You are Mr. Brunt, I am sure."
I thought it an unfair discrimination though it was accidentally correct. John, to be sure, is bigger than I, but why should a big man be any more likely than one of more modest proportions to be a literary light? The worst of it was that John, when I sounded him later, would not own to having felt flattered. ”

“ Old Fuller's schoolmaster was Master Arthur Smith, a kinsman of John, who told him that John was born in Lincolnshire, and it is probable that Fuller received from his teacher some impression about the adventurer.
Of his “strange performances” in Hungary, Fuller says: “The scene whereof is laid at such a distance that they are cheaper credited than confuted.” ”

“ It is difficult to read either of them, but of the two I prefer the poet. The present Laureate puts the antiquary first. But when you come to Thomas Fuller, D.D., his Worthies of England, that wordy work, encumbered though it be with texts of divinity, you do at least get your teeth into something upon which to bite. He did not live to finish it, though, and the piety of his son John, “the author’s orphan,” as he described himself, erected it as a monument to his memory in 1672.
Fuller, I think, set out with the intention of belauding the human products of our realm. ”

“ If any man ask, Who lies in this tomb?
Oh! oh! quoth the devil, ’tis my John-a-Combe.”
On Dr. Fuller.
Here lies Fuller’s earth.
On a Card-maker.
His card is cut; long days he shuffled through
The game of Life; he dealt as others do.
Though he by honours tells not its amount,
When the last trump is played his tricks will count. ”

“ Flesh and blood are good enough for me."
"You forget, my dear boy, that my flesh and blood are indispensably necessary to my clients—and also that the railroad companies have an unconquerable propensity to deplete the pocketbooks of flesh-and-blood travellers. Mine is not plethoric."
"Out again," cried John. "We are both going at the invitation of my friend, Miss Lamb."
"At the invitation of Miss Lamb," said I, rather stupidly I confess.
"Certainly. Of Miss Lamb, the distinguished novelist. If I am not too proud to accept such an invitation from a lady, why should you be? ”

“ He passed out under the flap of the tent, but in a second rushed back, dragging in an old negro man.
“Look here, John,” he exclaimed, “here’s Horace, he can tell us somethin’ ‘bout our folks.”
I sprang forward to the old man, who stood grinning in the door, and grasped his arm.
“Horace, for God’s sake, tell me about Carlotta and mother! are they safe?”
“Well, Marse John,” said Horace, with great deliberation, looking at me with love and pride, “Sho nough, dis is you, but you is changed a sight sence I seen you; you’s puttier’n ever.” ”

“ I ventured to whisper to Ben:
”As there is no special necessity for attacking them, had we not better go around them and hasten to our lines? An attempt to take them will probably lead to an alarm and our own capture. You know I am with you wherever there is need, but I had rather be prudent now, for Carlotta’s sake.”
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”’Twon’t do for soldiers to think of the home folks, John, if they’re going to fight right; it makes ’em too soft in the heart. But them fellows ‘ve got two good horses, and we can take ’em in so nice. My rule is to never let a Yankee off ”

“ By Jean, eldest daughter of John Fullerton of that ilk, he had three surviving sons and four daughters. His eldest son, John, was father of David of Ballindean, who was created a baronet of the United Kingdom in 1803, and became postmaster-general of Scotland. ”

“ Tell me about it for Heaven’s sake, Ben.”
”Well, you know Frank Paning is buried up there in the woods by the road, and last Wednesday was a week I thought I’d go up and sorter put a pen like ’round his grave, to keep the hogs from rootin’ ‘bout on it, ‘cause I tell you the truth, John, I ain’t never felt right ‘bout killin’ him yit. I shot a sight of Yankees during the war, but I done it on account of the Confeder’cy, and I didn’t feel like it was charged ‘ginst me in the big book up yonder ”

“ Thomas English died the first winter.
One Ely, a hired man, served his time and returned to England.
Moses Fletcher married at Leyden, in 1613, widow Sarah Dingby. He died during the first winter.
Edward Fuller shipped with his wife, Ann, and son, Samuel. The parents died the first season.
Samuel Fuller, the son, married in 1635 Jane, daughter of the Reverend John Lothrop; he removed to Barnstable, where he died October 31, 1683, having many descendants.
Dr. Samuel Fuller, brother of Edward, was the first physician; he married (1) Elsie Glascock, (2) Agnes Carpenter, (3) Bridget Lee ”

“ I am sure that when Miss Willet told us that "Lilian" had gathered most of her flowers for her, John would have joyfully paid half his fortune for a single specimen. That, however, was happily not necessary. We do not have to pay half our fortune for the things we most desire. If we get them at all, they come as a free gift.
When we were taking leave, Miss Willet, still sitting in her chair, put her tiny hand into John's big one, and said, very warmly: "I don't suppose I shall ever see you again, Mr. ”

“ Sarah Margaret Fuller was born at Cambridge, Massachusetts, May 23, 1810. She was the daughter of the Hon. Timothy Fuller, a lawyer of Boston, but nearly all his life a resident of Cambridge, and a Representative of the Middlesex District in Congress from 1817 to 1825. Mr. Fuller, upon his retirement from Congress, purchased a farm at some distance from Boston, and abandoned law for agriculture, soon after which he died. His widow and six children still survive. ”

“ They’ve tuck my chickens and vegetables, tho’ they wan’t nothin’ in the garden but turnips, but we’ve got some meat an’ a little corn. The wuss trouble we has is a continuwell fear they is goin’ to break in on us. Mr. Bemby he’s gone to town to-day to git a guard.”
“A guard!” I exclaimed, in much alarm; “then if we are discovered here you all are ruined. Ben and I can settle with half-a-dozen by ourselves, but I am truly alarmed for you.”
“Never do you mind, John,” said Ben, as he trotted a little white-headed scion on his knee; “she’ll fix all that ”

“ According to Fuller, who says that he was ‘one of the youngest men that ever enjoyed that office,’ he was ‘accounted the oracle of law in his age.’ By his first wife, Joan Bardville, he had one son, Thomas (d.s.p.) ; his second wife, Elizabeth, married after his death Thomas Jakys; Frideswide, Frowyk's daughter and heiress by her, married Sir Thomas Cheyney of Shirland. ”

“ Of contemporary estimate of him there is little to quote except the panegyrics in verse he has preserved for us, and the inference from his own writings that he was the object of calumny and detraction. Enemies he had in plenty, but there are no records left of their opinion of his character. The nearest biographical notice of him in point of time is found in the “History of the Worthies of England,” by Thomas Fuller, D.D., London, 1662. ”

“ A corporation is the creature of the law, and none of its powers are original. They are precisely what the incorporating act has made them, and can only be exerted in the manner which that act authorizes. ”

“ Father Knickerbocker is too old, and too big and logy, and too all-fired selfish. We are the people, right here. Well, Johnny, you hold the fort," he called to a boy who was dividing an open-eyed attention between this oration and his own sandwich; "I've got to have a bite myself."
"How are you getting on downstairs?" he asked, as they tramped over the tiles of the long corridor towards the elevators. "I hear you were over at Brainard's house last night—he's a fine bird. And his son is like him. He's got another, hasn't he—a younger one? ”

“ Things are just too rushing—that's the amount of it."
"I'm glad to have it settled one way or another," George said. "And how about that other affair—have you made any report to father?"
"Yes. That's as good as settled. The deeds are all made out; they've only got to be signed." He reached into one of his pigeon-holes and brought out a bulk of bluish paper whose fractious folds were held in some shape by a wide rubber strap. "Here's one of the abstracts—just come in. The other is a good deal longer and the copy isn't finished. ”

“ Her husband helped her aboard the gondola, where Pauline took compassionate possession of her, ministering to her in gentle, discerning wise. May, usually so fertile in resource, found nothing to offer but her vinaigrette, which the patient did not take kindly to; while Uncle Dan, with misguided zeal, administered a severe rebuke to the unhappy husband, for allowing his wife to sing, when she was so manifestly unequal to the effort.
"Ah, Signore," the man replied, in a tone of dull discouragement, "you do not know poverty!" ”

“ He took a plaintive, discouraged tone in a letter to his mother; and she—making an exception to her rule—passed along the protest to McComas. She felt, I suppose, that he would give an answering note.
Johnny laughed. He himself cared nothing for study; and he was so happily constituted, as well as so constantly occupied, that he never had to take refuge in a book.
"Oh, well," he said, broadly, "he'll live through it all, and live it down. I expect Tom and Joe to. The final gains will be in quite another direction."
Raymond had heard the same plaint from Albert, and was less pleased. ”

“ Jane shrivelled and shivered under this. She regretted doubly that she had been betrayed into such an unstinted expression of her honest interest. "All for show and display," she muttered, as she bowed her head to search out new titles; "bought by the pound and stacked by the cord; doing nobody any good—their owners least of all." She resolved to admire openly nothing more whatever.
Mrs. Bates sank into one of the big chairs and motioned Jane towards another. "Your father was a great reader," she said, with a resumption of her retrospective expression. ”

“ Fairchild stood anxiously over the chair in which Abbie lay back panting for breath. Ogden pressed her hand and turned towards his mother.
"Come, let us go," he said, and the two passed out into the great vestibule of the Clifton. He signalled the elevator.
"Wait for me here, mother—five minutes;" he spoke in a voice which she hardly recognized as his. "Twelfth," she heard him say to the boy inside.
"Twelfth!" she gasped. "Twelfth? It's Eugene!"
She tried to stop him; her fingers merely caught in the grille-work that shut off the empty shaft.
Why do we go mad? Why do we kill ourselves? ”

“ There was no class of business the transaction of which, as a matter of private right, was better recognized at common law than that of making contracts of insurance upon the lives of individuals. But now, by statute, in almost if not quite all the states, stringent requirements as to security of the persons dealing with insurers and the making and filing reports of public officers for public information are provided, and must be strictly observed and complied with before any person, association, or corporation may make any contract of life insurance. ”