CHAPTER XIII.
IN WHICH IT IS SHOWN THAT A GOOD WIFE IS THE BEST DIAMOND A MAN CAN WEAR IN HIS BOSOM "Mrs.Titmarsh, ma'am," says Mrs.Stokes, "before I gratify your curiosity, ma'am, permit me to observe that angels is scarce; and it's rare to have one, much more two, in a family.

Both your son and your daughter-in-law, ma'am, are of that uncommon sort; they are, now, reely, ma'am." My mother said she thanked God for both of us; and Mrs.Stokes proceeded:-- "When the fu--- when the seminary, ma'am, was concluded this morning, your poor daughter-in-law was glad to take shelter in my humble parlour, ma'am; where she wept, and told a thousand stories of the little cherub that's gone.

Heaven bless us! it was here but a month, and no one could have thought it could have done such a many things in that time.

But a mother's eyes are clear, ma'am; and I had just such another angel, my dear little Antony, that was born before Jemima, and would have been twenty-three now were he in this wicked world, ma'am.

However, I won't speak of him, ma'am, but of what took place.
"You must know, ma'am, that Mrs.Titmarsh remained downstairs while Mr.
Samuel was talking with his friend Mr.Hoskins; and the poor thing would not touch a bit of dinner, though we had it made comfortable; and after dinner, it was with difficulty I could get her to sup a little drop of wine-and-water, and dip a toast in it.