I beg, then, Dr.Turbot, that you won't think of it.

I'll get my sons to go over the property, and if there's any game on it we shall have it sent to you." "How does it stand for game, Temple, do you know ?" "I really cannot say," replied the good man.

"The killing of game is a pursuit I have never relished, and with which I am utterly unacquainted.
I fear, however, that the principal game in the country will soon be the parson and the proctor." "It's a delightful pursuit," replied the Rev.Doctor, who did not at all relish the last piece of information, and only replied to the first, "and equally conducive to health and morals.

What, for instance, can be more delicious than a plump partridge or grouse, stewed in cinnamon and claret?
and yet, to think that a man must be deprived of--well," said he, interrupting himself, "it is a heavy, and awful dispensation--and one that I ought to have been made acquainted with--that is, to its full and fearful extent--before it came on me thus unawares.

Purcel here scarcely did his duty by me in this." "I fear, sir," replied Temple, "that it was not Purcel who neglected his duty, but you who have been incredulous.