The fellow (gentleman, as he styled himself) can hardly have been other than a spurious interloper; for, instead of seeking office from the king or the royal governor, or urging his hereditary claim to Eastern lands, he bethought
himself of no better avenue to wealth than by cutting a shop-door through the side of his ancestral residence.
So deep a stain, indeed, that his dry old bones, in the Charter-street burial-ground, must still retain it, if they have not crumbled utterly to dust I know not whether these ancestors of mine bethought
themselves to repent, and ask pardon of Heaven for their cruelties; or whether they are now groaning under the heavy consequences of them in another state of being.
Ichabod, who had no relish for this strange midnight companion, and bethought
himself of the adventure of Brom Bones with the Galloping Hessian, now quickened his steed in hopes of leaving him behind.
Captain, I have just bethought
me of my letter-bag; there is a letter for one of thy officers, if I mistake not.
At the very close of the campaign they bethought
themselves of the fact that the strike had been broken by Negroes, and so they sent for a South Carolina fire-eater, the "pitchfork senator," as he was called, a man who took off his coat when he talked to workingmen, and damned and swore like a Hessian.
Presently he bethought
him of a treasure he had and got it out.
Having purchased a few small articles of grocery, and a measure of oil for the lamp, Miss Pross bethought
herself of the wine they wanted.
But I bethought
myself that I was in a boat, after all; and that a man like Mr.
Then I bethought
me of a crutch, the shape being much the same, and I borrowed one in the village, and displayed it to my sister with considerable confidence.
Silas pressed it to him, and almost unconsciously uttered sounds of hushing tenderness, while he bethought
himself that some of his porridge, which had got cool by the dying fire, would do to feed the child with if it were only warmed up a little.
Once, indeed, I bethought
me of the poison that I bore, and was minded to swallow it and make an end, but the desire to live is great, and keen is the thirst for vengeance, so I said to my heart, "Not yet awhile; I will endure this also; afterwards, if need be, I can die.
Thus perceiving a taste for a certain modern style of poetry in my companion, I bethought
me of a poem which I had written on the roadside a few days before, and which, I confess, I was eager to confide to some sympathetic ear.