Indeed no one ever ventured to doubt his wisdom on all practical matters,--save his mother, who seeing him almost every day, had a stronger bias towards her younger son.

"Arthur has been hit hard about that girl," he said to his wife that night.
"Emily Wharton ?" "Yes;--your cousin Emily.

Don't say anything to him, but be as good to him as you know how." "Good to Arthur! Am I not always good to him ?" "Be a little more than usually tender with him.

It makes one almost cry to see such a fellow hurt like that.

I can understand it, though I never had anything of it myself." "You never had, John," said the wife leaning close upon the husband's breast as she spoke.