It is an old story that Whitefield could make an audience weep by his way of pronouncing the word Mesopotamia.

A lover can sound the whole gamut of his affection in saying Good-morning.

The solemnest engagements ever made have been without the intervention of speech.
And you, my Gradgrind friend, you think me sentimental.

Two young fools they were, walking so slowly though the night was sharp, dallying under the trees, and dreaming of a heaven they could not have realized if all their wishes had been granted.

Of course they were fools! Either they were fools to be so happy, or else some other people are fools not to be.