The Model Boy of my time--we never had but the one--was perfect: perfect in manners, perfect in dress, perfect in conduct, perfect in filial piety, perfect in exterior godliness; but at bottom he was a prig; and as for the contents of his skull, they could have changed place with the contents of a pie and nobody would have been the worse off for it but the pie.

This fellow's reproachlessness was a standing reproach to every lad in the village.

He was the admiration of all the mothers, and the detestation of all their sons.

I was told what became of him, but as it was a disappointment to me, I will not enter into details.

He succeeded in life..