Sam Miles had been caught poaching, and Peter Bailey had gone to the workhouse at last.

"Serve him right," said Sir Pitt; "him and his family has been cheating me on that farm these hundred and fifty years." Some old tenant, I suppose, who could not pay his rent.
Sir Pitt might have said "he and his family," to be sure; but rich baronets do not need to be careful about grammar, as poor governesses must be.
As we passed, I remarked a beautiful church-spire rising above some old elms in the park; and before them, in the midst of a lawn, and some outhouses, an old red house with tall chimneys covered with ivy, and the windows shining in the sun.

"Is that your church, sir ?" I said.
"Yes, hang it," (said Sir Pitt, only he used, dear, A MUCH WICKEDER WORD); "how's Buty, Hodson?
Buty's my brother Bute, my dear--my brother the parson.

Buty and the Beast I call him, ha, ha!" Hodson laughed too, and then looking more grave and nodding his head, said, "I'm afraid he's better, Sir Pitt.

He was out on his pony yesterday, looking at our corn." "Looking after his tithes, hang'un (only he used the same wicked word).
Will brandy and water never kill him?
He's as tough as old whatdyecallum--old Methusalem." Mr.Hodson laughed again.