He is always wild and wayward, and hard to understand.
But he has the most affectionate heart in the world.

You will bear with him, you will protect him--promise me you will." "Dear lady, I will do so with my life," Mr.Washington said with great fervour.

"You know I would lay it down cheerfully for you or any you love." "And my father's blessing and mine go with you, dear friend!" cried the widow, full of thanks and affection.
As they pursued their conversation, they had quitted the porch under which they had first began to talk, and where they could hear the laughter and toasts of the gentlemen over their wine, and were pacing a walk on the rough lawn before the house.

Young George Warrington, from his place at the head of the table in the dining-room, could see the pair as they passed to and fro, and had listened for some time past, and replied in a very distracted manner to the remarks of the gentlemen round about him, who were too much engaged with their own talk and jokes, and drinking, to pay much attention to their young host's behaviour.

Mr.Braddock loved a song after dinner, and Mr.Danvers, his aide-de-camp, who had a fine tenor voice, was delighting his General with the latest ditty from Marybone Gardens, when George Warrington, jumping up, ran towards the window, and then returned and pulled his brother Harry by the sleeve, who sate with his back towards the window.
"What is it ?" says Harry, who, for his part, was charmed, too, with the song and chorus.
"Come," cried George, with a stamp of his foot, and the younger followed obediently.
"What is it ?" continued George, with a bitter oath.