Word: bless
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...another kind of culchar that they learn in the pretty building with the bell. Among other things, they have to learn Geography. Now I never could remember all those colors on the map, - could you? Green for Arizona and blue for Oregon. I have a pair of - Oh! bless me, I quite forgot - so I 've thought of a way to interest the poor little things. Make nice pretty verses about all the places, and they 'll learn a good deal about them and the people too. This way, for instance; this one 's a perfect beauty...
...clip the following: "Our sister university is undoubtedly cock of the walk as regards rowing, at least for the present, and she knows it. We admire her wonderful crew, as does everybody else, and say 'Go over the water, friends, and clean out those blarsted Hinglishmen, and may God bless you!' We would n't pluck a single leaf from her well-earned laurels, and for the time must be content with a seat under the gallery. But when Harvard, with victorious self-assurance, steps one side to tread on our corns and tread on our noses as it were...
...Bless me! how green you are!" exclaimed Humbug. "Why, my dear fellow, you'd kill yourself, - it is n't the thing at all, you know. You have much to learn. I saw you talking today to a man with long hair. That was a mistake. You must know that this college is not your native town; it is a world by itself, and does not recognize the world around it. Here you must do as the rest do; here 'come-outers' are not tolerated; here a man must hide his heart, and make friends who will be useful...
...that Nicholas's wants are few; he sees very little in one's room that he does not want. But bless the boy, say I, it is n't necessary to give him everything; he will give me his company for nothing, and take us dyspeptic students away from our books with his prattle. And bless the old pedler who will sell me his oranges and throw in an hour's talk about his life, giving me something to think of outside my own, and something to laugh at besides college jokes. Bless the dog-man who will tell...
...outside of books, treat them as mere cramming machines, and then, after this process has gone on ten or a dozen years, you suddenly remove all restraints and say, 'It is a very difficult thing to lay out a course of study properly, so use all wisdom, and Heaven bless you, my dear.'" Here my aunt gave an explosive snort of indignation. "What wonder," she continued, "that half the number wish to enjoy their sudden freedom, and rush for what you call soft electives, while the rest wander helplessly about choosing subjects for which they are not fitted, and giving...