The good newspapers will overcome the bad ones, and the honey-bees will outnumber the hornets.

Instead of the three or four religious newspapers that once lived on gruel and pap, sitting down once a week on some good man's door-step to rest, thankful if not kicked off, now many of the denominations have stalwart journals that swing their scythe through the sins of the world, and are avant couriers of the Lord's coming." As Dr.Butterfield concluded this sentence his face shone like a harvest moon.

We had all dropped our knives, and were looking at him.

The Young Hyson tea was having its mollifying effect on the whole company.

Mr.
Givemfits had made way with his fourth cup (they were small cups, the set we use for company), and he was entirely soothed and moderated in his opinions about everything, and actually clapped his hands at Dr.
Butterfield's peroration.