She was uncommonly handsome, my sister Catherine." "Handsome is as handsome does, Mr.Morton," said the wife, who was very much marked with the small-pox.

"We all have our temptations and trials; this is a vale of tears, and without grace we are whited sepulchers." Mr.Morton mixed his brandy and water, and moved his chair into its customary corner.
"You saw your brother's letter," said he, after a pause; "he gives young Philip a very good character." "The human heart is very deceitful," replied Mrs.Morton, who, by the way, spoke through her nose.

"Pray Heaven he may be what he seems; but what's bred in the bone comes out in the flesh." "We must hope the best," said Mr.Morton, mildly; "and--put another lump into the grog, my dear." "It is a mercy, I'm thinking, that we didn't have the other little boy.
I dare say he has never even been taught his catechism: them people don't know what it is to be a mother.

And, besides, it would have been very awkward, Mr.M.; we could never have said who he was: and I've no doubt Miss Pryinall would have been very curious." "Miss Pryinall be -- --!" Mr.Morton checked himself, took a large draught of the brandy and water, and added, "Miss Pryinall wants to have a finger in everybody's pie." "But she buys a deal of flannel, and does great good to the town; it was she who found out that Mrs.Giles was no better than she should be." "Poor Mrs.Giles!--she came to the workhouse." "Poor Mrs.Giles, indeed! I wonder, Mr.Morton, that you, a married man with a family, should say, poor Mrs.Giles!" "My dear, when people who have been well off come to the workhouse, they may be called poor:--but that's neither here nor there; only, if the boy does come to us, we must look sharp upon Miss Pryinall." "I hope he won't come,--it will be very unpleasant.

And when a man has a wife and family, the less he meddles with other folks and their little ones, the better.