You can't set up too late, young man, to read Scott.
If I had twenty children, they should all begin reading Scott as soon as they were old enough to spell sin,--and that's the first word my little ones learned, next to 'pa' and I 'ma.' Nothing like beginning the lessons of life in good season." "What a grim old satirist!" Clement said to himself.

"I wonder if the old man reads other novelists .-- Do tell me, Deacon, if you have read Thackeray's last story ?" "Thackeray's story?
Published by the American Tract Society ?" "Not exactly," Clement answered, smiling, and quite delighted to find such an unexpected vein of grave pleasantry about the demure-looking church-dignitary; for the Deacon asked his question without moving a muscle, and took no cognizance whatever of the young man's tone and smile.

First-class humorists are, as is well known, remarkable for the immovable solemnity of their features.

Clement promised himself not a little amusement from the curiously sedate drollery of the venerable Deacon, who, it was plain from his conversation, had cultivated a literary taste which would make him a more agreeable companion than the common ecclesiastics of his grade in country villages.
After breakfast, Mr.Clement walked forth in the direction of Mrs.
Hopkins's house, thinking as he went of the pleasant surprise his visit would bring to his longing and doubtless pensive Susan; for though she knew he was coming, she did not know that he was at that moment in Oxbow Village.
As he drew near the house, the first thing he saw was Susan Posey, almost running against her just as he turned a corner.

She looked wonderfully lively and rosy, for the weather was getting keen and the frosts had begun to bite.