Tate

“ Tate.
"Heredity's a funny thing," I mused.
"Sounds like it," said Mr. Tate. "Maybe that's what's wrong with Jim. Is it hard to cure?"
"Very," said I.
A stick- whittling silence fell between us, and I was aware that, with the peculiar delicacy of dwellers in the wild, Mr. Tate was refraining from further inquiry because he knew there was something radically wrong with myself. As a matter of fact, I had come to High Butte to die, and High Butte didn't let me. But that's neither here nor there.
"Hi!" bellowed Mr. Tate, with an unexpectedness that nearly toppled me from the rail. ”

“ Nickie attributed these signs to the wind, he at the same time conceived a very low estimate of poor Tate's understanding,—an impression not altogether un-warranted by the sidelong and stealthy looks which he threw at the canoe and its occupants.
“You seem rather afraid of Mr. Daly,” said he, with a sneering laugh.
“And so would you be, too, if he was as near you as that chap is,” replied Tate, sternly. “I 've known braver-looking men than either of us not like to stand before him. ”

“ Tate doesn’t whisper all day long. Why don’t you try to be like her?”
Ah, Miss Parker’s lovely brown eyes could not have been very far-sighted, and her pretty little ears, with the coral jewels in them, were not good for much, I am sure. Dotty scowled fiercely at Tate that night, as she saw her hand rising like a little white lie.
“She isn’t half so good as I am,” thought Dotty; “but Miss Parker doesn’t know it. To-morrow I’ll try not to whisper, and then she’ll call me a dear little girl, and it’ll be the truth.” ”

“ What do you mean, old fellow? He has surely not left this lately?”
“Yes, sir, 'twas the King sent for him, I heerd the mistress say.”
A burst of downright laughter from the stranger stopped poor Tate's explanation.
“Why, it's you his Majesty ought to have invited,” cried Mr. Nickie, wiping his eyes, “you yourself, man; devilish fit company for each other you 'd be.”
Poor Tate had not the slightest idea of the grounds on which the stranger suggested his companionship for royalty, but he was not the less insulted at the disparagement of his master thus implied. ”

“ Tate," said I. "History is bright and fiction dull with homely men who have charmed women. There seems—"
"Pardon me," interrupted Judson Tate, "but you don't quite understand. You have yet to hear my story.
"Fergus McMahan was a friend of mine in the capital. For a handsome man I'll admit he was the duty-free merchandise. He had blond curls and laughing blue eyes and was featured regular. They said he was a ringer for the statue they call Herr Mees, the god of speech and eloquence resting in some museum at Rome. Some German anarchist, I suppose. They are always resting and talking. ”

“ Tate. "I've built our end of the road to the town-line accordin' to the line of survey that's best for this town, and now if Vienny ain't got a mind to finish their road to strike the end of our'n, then let the both of 'em yaw apart and end in the sheep-pastur'. The public ain't runnin' this. It's me—the first selectman. You are takin' orders from me—and you want to understand it. Don't you nor any one else move a shovelful of dirt till I tell you to."
Hiram Look, retired showman and steady loafer in the selectman's office, rolled his long cigar across his lips and grunted indorsement. ”

“ I don't suppose a girl ever does marry just the kind of man her mother would like her to. I wouldn't want Aylette to know it, but I never have understood what she saw in Mr. Penhurst to fall in love with. He's from Worcester, Massachusetts." Mrs. Tate's hand went up and her eyes rolled ceilingward. "What he thinks of this part of the world wouldn't do to be written out!"
"And what we think of his wouldn't, either!" Miss Lizzie Bettie Pryor's head nodded so emphatically at Mrs. Tate that the latter sat down. "All I ask of people from his section of the world is to stay away from ours. ”

“ Tate gazed on him for some moments. Heaven knows with what qualities of mind or person the old man had endowed him, for while to others he was only Sir Gavin Darcy, first Knight of Gwynne, Tate in all likelihood had invested him with traits of character and appearance, of which that external shell was the mere envelope.
“We're going, Sir Gavin,” muttered the old man, as if addressing the portrait; “'tis the ould stock is laving the place, never to see it more; 't is your own proud heart will be sorry to-day to look down upon us. Ah, ah!” muttered he, “the world is changed ”

“ There stands your victor, that little old fellow with the broad shoulders. I say, come here a moment,” called he aloud, making a sign for Tate to approach. “The Collector is not in the least angry for what's happened; he knew you did n't mean anything serious. Pray, who are these ladies, your mistresses I mean?”
“Lady Eleanor Darcy and Miss Darcy, of Gwynne Abbey,” replied Tate, sturdily, as he gave the names with a most emphatic distinctness. ”

“ Dotty gave it with delight, and whenever her breath failed, Tate added a word of her own.
“If her nose hadn’t bled that time, Miss Parker, we were going to ask you something. Mayn’t we sit together? ’Cause Tate likes [145] me, and she don’t like Dice Prosser; do you, Tate?”
“Not much,” replied Tate, timidly; “but I don’t hate her near so bad as you do Lina Rosenberg.”
“O, I don’t hate anybody,” said Dotty, virtuously; “only I asked my mother which she wanted me to sit with, and she said ‘Tate,’ if you’re perfectly willing, Miss Parker. ”

“ An hour later Dale walked into the Black Cat382 Tavern and made a ruinous bargain with Tate for the use of his horse and sled for an indefinite time. "I'm going up into the woods," he explained, "I may be gone a week, a month, I cannot tell; when I reach Camp 7, I'll send your rig back."
"Going to join Filmer, maybe?" Tate's little eyes rolled in their cushions of fat. ”

“ He was a man of learning, courteous, and candid, but was thought to possess no great genius, as being deficient in what is its first characteristic, namely, invention. He was made poet laureat to King William, upon the death of Shadwell, and held that place 'till the accession of King George I, on whom he lived to write the first Birth-Day Ode, which is executed with unusual spirit. Mr. Tate being a man of extreme modesty, was never able to make his fortune, or to raise himself above necessity ”

“ She says it’s against the rules to whisper; but we do, and she likes us just the same; only if we don’t put up our hand she don’t like us, and don’t praise us. I don’t want her a-praising me, not when I’ve been naughty—should you, mamma? But Tate does. Tate held up her hand, and I didn’t mean to; but the first thing I knew, I—I—”
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“Why, Dotty!”
“Well, I shouldn’t, not if Tate hadn’t! ’Twas wicked; ’twas lying one to another, mamma; but Tate has done it five hundred million times! She’s a worse girl’n I am. O, dear me!”
“I cannot stop now to talk of Tate Penny,” said Mrs. Parlin ”

“ On 6 June 1779 her husband died suddenly, under painful circumstances (see Tate Wilkinson, The Wandering Patentee, ii. 56-9) . Inchbald, as an actor, although little seen in London, stood high in favour in comic old men, Justice Credulous, Sir Anthony Absolute, &c., and did some scene-painting for Tate Wilkinson, who had a warm regard for him as a friend and an actor (ib. i. 277) . A son George, not by Mrs. Inchbald, was also a member of Tate Wilkinson's company, and George's wife subsequently played in Bath. ”

“ WILKINSON, TATE (1739-1803) , English actor and manager, was born on the 27th of October 1739, the son of a clergyman. His first attempts at acting were badly received, and it was to his wonderful gift of mimicry that he owed his success. His imitations, however, naturally gave offence to the important actors and managers whose peculiarities he hit off to the life. ”

“ Tate was a literary man, a playwright, a poet, and finally poet laureate. Brady had a rather varied clerical career in Ireland and in England, becoming chaplain to King William. This will partly explain why this version received royal endorsement and gradually replaced Sternhold and Hopkins in the English Church. It was adopted by the Protestant Episcopal Church of America in 1789. The fact that the Nonconformist churches remained faithful to the “Old Version” and to Rous’ version, no doubt 155 had its bearing on the final acceptance of the “New Version” by the Established Church. ”

“ And he, whose fustian's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad: All these, my modest satire bade translate, And owned that nine such poets made a Tate. ”

“ The doctor bent his fingers and saw that he had free use of them, then examined his hand and wrist and saw that there was no sign of swelling, and declared that it was the power of God which had healed the broken limb, for nothing else could have done it in so short a time. This incident probably influenced Dr. Tate in favor of the Latter-day Saints, as he soon afterwards joined the Church. He was baptized by Elder John E. Page, and ordained an Elder, and for some time was quite a faithful and efficient member, but he subsequently lost the faith. ”

“ The lady, as you know, is of an old Spanish family, and further than looking at her driving in the family carruaje of afternoons around the plaza, or catching a glimpse of her through a barred window of evenings, she is as unapproachable as a star.’
“‘Land her for which one of us?’ says I.
“‘For me, of course,’ says Fergus. ‘You’ve never seen her. Now, I’ve had Francesca point me out to her as being you on several occasions. When she sees me on the plaza, she thinks she’s looking at Don Judson Tate, the greatest hero, statesman, and romantic figure in the country. ”

“ But I hear a voice without. Surely old Tate is not fool enough to admit any one.”
“Is it possible—” But before the Knight could finish, the old butler entered to announce Mr. Hickman O'Reilly. Advancing towards the Knight with a most cordial air, he seemed bent on anticipating any possible expression of displeasure at his unexpected appearance. ”

“ A year or two, at least, of such training will be no bad discipline to a young man's mind, and help to fit him to discuss those terms which, if I see aright, will be rife in our assemblies for some years to come—” Darcy was about to continue, when Tate advanced with a letter, whose address bespoke Bicknell's hand. It was a long-expected communication, and, anxious to peruse it carefully, the Knight arose, and making his excuses, re-entered the cottage. ”

“ The Tates have reached the stage where they talk about pigs and farms and look at you icy-eyed if you are not amused. They have begun to prefer retainers rather than friends as dinner guests, spend a lot of money in a quiet way, and, having lost all sense of competition, are in process of growing quite dull.
The dance this evening was for little Millicent Tate, and though all ages were represented, the dancers were mostly from school and college—the younger married crowd was at the Townsends' circus ball up at the Tallyho Club. ”

“ Tate then proceeds, in his treatise, to show what were the faults of the old version, and to lament the prejudices which obstruct the attempt to produce one better fitted for purposes of devotion. "You must," he writes, "expect the first outcry against any new version of the Psalms from the ignorance amongst some of our common people, who, because they found the old singing psalms bound up with their Bibles, take it for granted that these English metres, as well as the matter, were compiled by King David. Nay, some have supposed a greater person was the composer of these metres. ”

“ As you have given up the concern which Tate mentioned to me sometime ago, I must also give up the flattering idea which I had entertained of having my picture engraved by Heath. Martin & he wished again to see them. Have you heard anything from Heath about them, because the time of closing will be drawing nigh and I must determine what to do with ’em. I think they will be the last pictures I shall exhibit. ”

“ This Policy of Fathers is intollerable that keeps our Fortunes from us till Age will not suffer us to enjoy 'em; I am weary of the Tyranny: Come to me that of this I may speak more: if our Father would sleep till I wak't him, you shou'd enjoy half his Possessions, and live beloved of your Brother Edgar. Slept till I wake him, you shou'd enjoy Half his possessions — Edgar to write this 'Gainst his indulgent Father! Death and Hell! Fly, Edmund, seek him out, wind me into him That I may bite the Traytor's heart, and fold His bleeding Entrals on my vengefull Arm. ”

“ How are we tost on Fortune's fickle flood! The Wave that with surprising kindness brought The dear Wreck to my Arms, has snatcht it back, And left me mourning on the barren Shore. Cord. [Aside]
This Baseness of th' ignoble Burgundy Draws just suspicion on the Race of Men, His Love was Int'rest, so may Edgar's be And He but with more Complement dissemble; If so, I shall oblige him by Denying: But if his Love be fixt, such Constant flame As warms our Breasts, if such I find his Passion, My Heart as gratefull to his Truth shall be, And Cold Cordelia prove as Kind as He. ”

“ Thou hast it Boy, 'tis to be hopt indeed, On me they cast their Eyes, and hourly Court me To lead 'em on, and whilst this Head is Mine I am Theirs, a little covert Craft, my Boy, And then for open Action, 'twill be Employment Worthy such honest daring Souls as Thine. Thou, Edmund, art my trusty Emissary, Haste on the Spur at the first break of day With these Dispatches to the Duke of Combray ”