He could hardly get over it; it nearly broke our friendship.

But I suppose he was very like her, except that--in my opinion--his nature was sweeter.

He was a fatalist--saw leadings of Providence in every little thing.

And such a dreamer! When he came to live up here just before his death, and all, his active life was taken off him, I believe half his time he was seeing visions.

He used to wander over the fells and meet you with a start, as though you belonged to another world than the one, he was walking in.' 'And his eldest daughter was much with him ?' 'The apple of his eye.