You're the only man I ever owed a penny to.' The postillion put it in a side pocket apart, and observed: 'A sixpence kindly meant is worth any crown-piece that's grudged--that it is! In you jump, sir.

It's a jolly night!' Thus may one, not a conscious sage, play the right tune on this human nature of ours: by forbearance, put it in the wrong; and then, by not refusing the burden of an obligation, confer something better.

The instrument is simpler than we are taught to fancy.

But it was doubtless owing to a strong emotion in his soul, as well as to the stuff he was made of, that the youth behaved as he did.

We are now and then above our own actions; seldom on a level with them.