Think how everyone would miss you.

Priorsford wouldn't be Priorsford without you." "Priorsford would never look over its shoulder.

Augusta would miss me, yes, and some of the poor folk, but I've too ill-scrapit a tongue to be much liked.

Sorrow ought to make people more tender, but it made my tongue bitter.

To an unregenerate person with an aching heart like myself it is a relief to slash out at the people who annoy one by being too correct, or too consciously virtuous.