“Then, you make this man liable to commit any crime: so, if he murders, you are a murderer; if he commits suicide, your guilty soul shall cower in the presence of Him who said, 'No self-murderer shall inherit eternal life.' It is your own doom you shall read in them dreadful words.”
“Good landy, Samantha! do you want to scare me to death?” and Josiah quailed and shook, and shook and quailed.
“I am only tellin' you the truth, Josiah Allen; and I should think it would scare anybody to death.”
“If I don't do it, I shall appear like a fool: I shall be one by myself.”
Oh, how Josiah duz want to be fashionable!
“No, you won't, Josiah Allen—no, you won't. If you try to do right, try to do God's will, you have His armies to surround you with a unseen wall of Strength.”
“Why, I hain't seen you look so sort o' skairful and riz up, for years, Samantha.”
“I hain't felt so. To think of the brink you wuz a standin' on, and jest a fallin' off of.”
Josiah looked quite bad. And he put his hand on his side, and says, “My heart beats as if it wuz a tryin' to get out and walk round the room. I do believe I have got population of the heart.”
Says I, in a sarcasticker tone than I had used,—