Mary, what do you say to thinning the grove yonder?
We shall get a better view of the landscape beyond.

No, hang it! dear old Sir Miles loved his trees better than the prospect; I won't lop a bough.

But that avenue we are planting will be certainly a noble improvement--" "Fifty years hence, Charles!" "It is our duty to think of posterity," answered the ci-devant spendthrift, with a gravity that was actually pompous.

"But hark! is that two o'clock?
Three, by Jove! How time flies! and my new bullocks that I was to see at two! Come down to the farm, that's my own Mary.

Ah, your fine ladies are not such bad housewives after all!" "And your fine gentlemen--" "Capital farmers! I had no idea till last week that a prize ox was so interesting an animal.