Sylvester's girl was over here last week, dashing about as usual.

If Firm goes South, he may have her, for aught I care, and never see saw-mill again.

But I hope that the Lord will spare my old days such disgrace and tribulation.
"About you know what, my dear, be not overanxious.

I have been young, and now am old, as the holy Psalmist says; and the more I see of the ways of men, the less I verily think of them.

Their good esteem, their cap in hand, their fair fame, as they call it, goes by accident, and fortune, the whim of the moment, and the way the clever ones have of tickling them.