It is near ten now, and your tea cold as a stone." She hung on his neck caressingly, kissing his furrowed brow, and leaving a tear there, and thus coaxed him till he set-to quietly at his meal; and Sophy shared it--though she had no appetite in sorrowing for him--but to keep him company; that done, she lighted his pipe with the best canaster,--his sole luxury and expense; but she always contrived that he should afford it.
Mr.Waife drew a long whiff, and took a more serene view of affairs.
He who doth not smoke hath either known no great griefs, or refuseth himself the softest consolation, next to that which comes from Heaven.
"What, softer than woman ?" whispers the young reader.

Young reader, woman teases as well as consoles.

Woman makes half the sorrows which she boasts the privilege to soothe.

Woman consoles us, it is true, while we are young and handsome! when we are old and ugly, woman snubs and scolds us.

On the whole, then, woman in this scale, the weed in that, Jupiter, hang out thy balance, and weigh them both; and if thou give the preference to woman, all I can say is, the next time Juno ruffles thee,--O Jupiter, try the weed..