How could he raise his head as he pronounced the eighth commandment?
That must be at least prevented." The bishop, who was seated, fretted himself in his chair, moving about with little movements.

He knew that there was a misery coming upon him; and, as far as he could see, it might become a great misery,--a huge blistering sore upon him.

When miseries came to him, as they did not unfrequently, he would unconsciously endeavour to fathom them and weigh them, and then, with some gallantry, resolve to bear them, if he could find that their depth and weight were not too great for his powers of endurance.

He would let the cold wind whistle by him, putting up the collar of his coat, and would encounter the winter weather without complaint.

And he would be patient under the hot sun, knowing well that tranquillity is best for those who have to bear tropical heat.