To be both generally blamed, and generally liked, evinces a peculiar construction of mortal.

Mr.Melchisedec, whom people in private called the great Mel, had been at once the sad dog of Lymport, and the pride of the town.

He was a tailor, and he kept horses; he was a tailor, and he had gallant adventures; he was a tailor, and he shook hands with his customers.
Finally, he was a tradesman, and he never was known to have sent in a bill.

Such a personage comes but once in a generation, and, when he goes, men miss the man as well as their money.
That he was dead, there could be no doubt.

Kilne, the publican opposite, had seen Sally, one of the domestic servants, come out of the house in the early morning and rush up the street to the doctor's, tossing her hands; and she, not disinclined to dilute her grief, had, on her return, related that her master was then at his last gasp, and had refused, in so many words, to swallow the doctor.
'"I won't swallow the doctor!" he says, "I won't swallow the doctor!"' Sally moaned.