What would the poor, dear, deceased master have said to it, if he had known who was to be his successor! My dear, I have often thought of the postman's bringing me a letter as one of the pleasures I shall miss in heaven.

But, really, I think Mr.Horner may be thankful he has got out of the reach of news; or else he would hear of Mr.Smithson's having made up to the Birmingham baker, and of his one-legged captain, coming to dot-and-go-one over the estate.

I suppose he will look after the labourers through a spy-glass.
I only hope he won't stick in the mud with his wooden leg; for I, for one, won't help him out.

Yes, I would," said she, correcting herself; "I would, for my lady's sake." "But are you sure he has a wooden leg ?" asked I.

"I heard Lady Ludlow tell Mr.Smithson about him, and she only spoke of him as wounded." "Well, sailors are almost always wounded in the leg.