He had his paper stamped with it; and a great many of his neighbors, thinking it a neat and becoming ornament, imitated him in its generous use.
Mrs.Newt's family had a crest also.

She was a Magot--another of the fine old families which came to this country at the earliest possible period.
The Magots, however, had no buttons upon their coachman's coat; one reason of which omission was, perhaps, that they had no coachman.

But when the ladies of the Magot family went visiting or shopping they hired a carriage, and insisted that the driver should brush his hat and black his boots; so that it was not every body who knew that it was a livery equipage.
Their friends did, of course; but there were a great many people from the country who gazed at it, in passing, with the same emotion with which they would have contemplated a private carriage; which was highly gratifying to the feelings of the Magots.
Their friends knew it, but friends never remark upon such things.

There was old Mrs.Beriah Dagon--dowager Mrs.Dagon, she was called--aunt of Mr.Newt, who never said, "I see the Magots have hired a hackney-coach from Jobbers to make calls in.

They quarreled with Gudging over his last bill.