Reflect on your present blessings, of which every man has many, not on your past misfountunes, of which all men have some.
"He would make a lovely corpse."
Every man, however obscure, however far removed from the general recognition, is one of a group of men impressible for good, and impressible for evil, and it is in the nature of things that he cannot really improve himself without in some degree improving other men.
Life is made of ever so many partings welded together.
Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, all very good words for the lips,-especially prunes and prism.
'She's the sort of woman now,' said Mould, . . . 'one would almost feel disposed to bury for nothing: and do it neatly, too!'
Oh, Sairey, Sairey, little do we know what lays before us!
