However, we loved each other tenderly, and our fondness encreased as we grew old.
There was in fact nothing that could make us angry with the world or each other.

We had an elegant house, situated in a fine country, and a good neighbourhood.

The year was spent in moral or rural amusements; in visiting our rich neighbours, and relieving such as were poor.

We had no revolutions to fear, nor fatigues to undergo; all our adventures were by the fire-side, and all our migrations from the blue bed to the brown.
As we lived near the road, we often had the traveller or stranger visit us to taste our gooseberry wine, for which we had great reputation; and I profess with the veracity of an historian, that I never knew one of them find fault with it.

Our cousins too, even to the fortieth remove, all remembered their affinity, without any help from the Herald's office, and came very frequently to see us.