You've got the beauty, you see, and I've got the luck, so you must keep me by you for your crooked sixpence; you'll _ne_-ver get along without me." "Confound you, hold your tongue!" said Godfrey, impetuously.

"And take care to keep sober to-morrow, else you'll get pitched on your head coming home, and Wildfire might be the worse for it." "Make your tender heart easy," said Dunstan, opening the door.

"You never knew me see double when I'd got a bargain to make; it 'ud spoil the fun.

Besides, whenever I fall, I'm warranted to fall on my legs." With that, Dunstan slammed the door behind him, and left Godfrey to that bitter rumination on his personal circumstances which was now unbroken from day to day save by the excitement of sporting, drinking, card-playing, or the rarer and less oblivious pleasure of seeing Miss Nancy Lammeter.

The subtle and varied pains springing from the higher sensibility that accompanies higher culture, are perhaps less pitiable than that dreary absence of impersonal enjoyment and consolation which leaves ruder minds to the perpetual urgent companionship of their own griefs and discontents.