But this will not enter your ears; it hurteth your good people
, ye tell me.
'You should tell the good people
at home not to bore you with such long letters,' said she; 'and, above all, do bid them write on proper note-paper, and not on those great vulgar sheets.
He was silent for a little; then says he, "Did ever ye hear tell of the story of the Man and the Good People
?" -- by which he meant the fairies.
Why, good people
, when he comes smoothly spinning through the Yard to-night, like a slow-going benevolent Humming-Top, and when you come about him with your complaints of the Grubber, you don't know what a cheat the Proprietor is!
say that it is quite right and proper that it should be so, and that it proves ambition is wicked.
She felt a curious kind of pleasure in lingering among these houses of the dead, and read the inscriptions on the tombs of the good people
(a great number of good people
were buried there), passing on from one to another with increasing interest.
`The prayers of all good people
are good,' he said quietly.
We, therefore, the Representatives of the United States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by the Authority of the good People
of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do.
The good people
of the Hague had chopped off the flesh of its victims, but faithfully carried the remainder to the gibbet, to have a pretext for a double inscription written on a huge placard, on which Cornelius; with the keen sight of a young man of twenty-eight, was able to read the following lines, daubed by the coarse brush of a sign-painter: --
In spite of his assertion to the contrary, she was firmly persuaded that he was as much a Christian as she, and indeed a far better one; and all that he said about it was simply one of his absurd masculine freaks, just as he would say about her broderie anglaise that good people
patch holes, but that she cut them on purpose, and so on.
Amongst any other population, or at a later period in the history of New England, the grim rigidity that petrified the bearded physiognomies of these good people
would have augured some awful business in hand.
There --still high elevated above the rest of the company, to whom he vivaciously cries --he seems some Turkish Muezzin calling the good people
to prayers from the top of a tower.