The gentleman of no trade (his own words to me) will, I apprehend, at the conclusion of the time when victualling from the store is to cease, have the honour of returning to drag a timber or brick cart for his maintenance.

The little maize he has planted is done in so slovenly a style as to promise a very poor crop.

He who looks forward to eat grapes from his own vine, and to sit under the shade of his own fig-tree, must labour in every country.

He must exert more than ordinary activity.

The attorney's clerk I also thought out of his province.