Our devotion was a mixed and casual sentiment, seldom verbally expressed, or solicitously sought, or carefully retained.

In the midst of present enjoyment, no thought was bestowed on the future.

As a consolation in calamity religion is dear.

But calamity was yet at a distance, and its only tendency was to heighten enjoyments which needed not this addition to satisfy every craving.
My brother's situation was somewhat different.

His deportment was grave, considerate, and thoughtful.