Oh! music of music--praise from eloquent lips, and those lips the lips we love.
The next moment he felt ashamed; ashamed that Lady Barbara should praise him beyond his merits, as he conceived.
He made a faint hypocritical endeavor to moderate her eulogium; this gave matters an unexpected turn, Lady Barbara's eyes flashed defiance.
"I say it was a noble action, that one nursed in effeminacy (as you all are) should teach the hardy seamen to mock at peril--noble fellow!" "He did a man's duty, Barbara." "Ipsden, take care, you will make me hate you, if you detract from a deed you cannot emulate.

This gentleman risked his own life to save others--he is a hero! I should know him by his face the moment I saw him.

Oh, that I were such a man, or knew where to find such a creature!" The water came into Lord Ipsden's eyes; he did not know what to say or do; he turned away his head.

Lady Barbara was surprised; her conscience smote her.
"Oh, dear," said she, "there now, I have given you pain--forgive me; we can't all be heroes; dear Ipsden, don't think I despise you now as I used.

Oh, no! I have heard of your goodness to the poor, and I have more experience now.