Well do I mind my father, in a woollen night-cap, the good soul, going round and round to see the last of it.

'Killian,' said he, 'do you see the smoke of my tobacco?
Why,' said he, 'that is man's life.' It was his last pipe, and I believe he knew it; and it was a strange thing, without doubt, to leave the trees that he had planted, and the son that he had begotten, ay, sir, and even the old pipe with the Turk's head that he had smoked since he was a lad and went a-courting.

But here we have no continuing city; and as for the eternal, it's a comfortable thought that we have other merits than our own.

And yet you would hardly think how sore it goes against the grain with me, to die in a strange bed.' 'And must you do so?
For what reason ?' Otto asked.
'The reason?
The place is to be sold; three thousand crowns,' replied Mr.Gottesheim.

'Had it been a third of that, I may say without boasting that, what with my credit and my savings, I could have met the sum.