I know a man who had murder depicted in his countenance, if ever a man had, and yet there lived! not a kinder, more humane, or benevolent creature on earth.

He was as simple, too, as a child, and the most affectionate father! and husband that ever breathed.

These, however, may be exceptions; for most certainly I am of opinion that the countenance may be considered, in general, a very certain index to the character and disposition.

But what is this ?--here are the men returning from their journey, let us question them." "Pray," said Woodward, addressing them, "if it be not impertinent, may I inquire why you ran in such a hurry off the road just now, and hid yourselves behind the ditch ?" "Certainly, sir, you may," replied one of them; "we wor on our way to the fair of, Knockmore, and we didn't wish to meet Pugshy Roe." (Red Peggy).
"But why should you not wish to meet her ?" "Bekaise, sir, she's unlucky--unlucky in the three ways--unlucky to man, unlucky to baste, and unlucky to business.

She overlooks, sir; she has the Evil Eye--the Lord be about us!" "The Evil Eye," repeated Woodward, dryly; "and pray, what harm could her evil eye do you ?" "Why, nothing in the World," replied the man, naively, "barrin' to wither us off o' the earth--that's all." "Has she been long in this neighborhood ?" asked the stranger.
"Too long, your honor.