The Sabbath is enough; one day in seven--fifteen per cent, of one's whole time; and twenty per cent, of your Sunday goes in church.

Very right, of course, and loyal, and truly edifying--Mrs.Hockin's father was a clergyman, Miss Wood; and the last thing I would ever allow on my manor would be a Dissenting chapel; but still I will have no new churches here, and a man who might go against me.

They all want to pick their own religious views, instead of reflecting who supports them! It never used to be so; and such things shall never occur on my manor.

A good hotel, attendance included, and a sound and moderate table d'hote; but no church, with a popish bag sent round, and money to pay, 'without anything to eat.'" "My dear! my dear!" cried Mrs.Hockin, "I never like you to talk like that.

You quite forget who my father was, and your own second son such a very sound priest!" "A priest! Don't let him come here," cried the Major, "or I'll let him know what tonsure is, and read him the order of Melchisedec.