Evils, like weeds, grow apace.

There was scarcely any interval between some long-honored custom and its disappearance.

To-day it was observed as it had been for a lifetime; the next week it had passed away, and appeared to be forgotten.

"Such times I never saw," said Ann.

"I have been at Sandal twenty-two years come Martinmas, but I'm going to Beverley next feast." "You'll not do it, Ann.