"I saw you threaten this boy with your fist.

The way to win respect from those beneath you in station is to treat them with respect." "But, papa--" "Hold your tongue, sir," said Sir Francis sternly.
"I had eight hundred men in my regiment, and all the band came from one of the unions, and better fellows could not be found.

My lad," he continued, "I dare say you know that pauper only means poor.

It is no disgrace to be poor.

Philip, go indoors." "That's a flea in his ear," said Bunce chuckling, as Sir Francis went one way, Philip the other.