He belongs to the peace--peace--peace-at-any-price lot.

But when a man wanted to rob him last winter, he knocked him down, and took him by the throat, and very nearly killed him." "That's the only game to play," exclaimed Lord Nelson, who had been looking at Frank Darling with undisguised disgust.

"My young friend, you are not such a fool after all.

And why should you try to be one ?" "My brother," said the sweet-tempered Faith, "never tries to be a fool, Lord Nelson; he only tries to be a poet." This made people laugh; and Nelson, feeling that he had been rude to a youth who could not fairly answer him, jumped from his chair with the lightness of a boy, and went round to Frank Darling, with his thin figure leaning forward, and his gray unpowdered hair tossed about, and upon his wrinkled face that smile which none could ever resist, because it was so warm and yet so sad.
"Shake hands, my dear young friend," he cried, "though I can not offer the right one.

I was wrong to call you a fool because you don't look at things as I do.