I don't mean to say anything against the rich--there's good and bad of all sorts; but I just can't be so very sorry that I am leaving you to poverty, though, if I might have had my way, it wouldn't have been so bad.
But he knows best who loves best.

I have struggled hard to keep the old place for you; but there's hardly an acre outside the garden and close but was mortgaged before I came into the property.

I've been all my life trying to pay off, but have made little progress.
The house is free, however, and the garden; and don't you part with the old place, my boy, except you see you OUGHT.

But rather than anything not out and out honest, anything the least doubtful, sell every stone.

Let all go, if you should have to beg your way home to us.