For myself I hate to think of the coming severance; but if it must come, why not by your hands as well as by any other?
It is hardly possible that you in your heart should love a Protestant ascendant Church.

But, as Barrington says, a horse won't get oats unless he works steady between the traces.
As to myself, what am I to say to you?
I and my father live here a sad, sombre, solitary life, together.

We have a large furnished house outside the town, with a pleasant view and a pretty garden.

He does--nothing.

He reads the English papers, and talks of English parties, is driven out, and eats his dinner, and sleeps.