But I can recall no circumstances, and it may be a mere fancy.

YOU have never seen him before, my boy, have you ?" "I don't think I have, papa; and I don't care if I never see him again," answered Cosmo.

"The lady is pretty, but not very pleasant, I think, though she is a lord's daughter." "Ah, but such a lord, Cosmo!" returned his father.

"When a man goes on drinking like that, he is no better than a cheese under the spigot of a wine-cask; he lives to keep his body well soaked--that it may be the nicer, or the nastier for the worms.

Cosmo, my son, don't you learn to drown your soul in your body, like the poor Duke of Clarence in the wine-butt." The material part of us ought to keep growing gradually thinner, to let the soul out when its time comes, and the soul to keep growing bigger and stronger every day, until it bursts the body at length, as a growing nut does its shell; when, instead, the body grows thicker and thicker, lessening the room within, it squeezes the life out of the soul, and when such a man's body dies, his soul is found a shrivelled thing, too poor to be a comfort to itself or to anybody else.