He then felt that, though chronologically at a short distance, it would in an emotional sense be very long before to-morrow came, and walked restlessly round the room.

His eye was attracted by a framed and glazed sampler in which a running ornament of fir-trees and peacocks surrounded the following pretty bit of sentiment:- 'Rose-leaves smell when roses thrive, Here's my work while I'm alive; Rose-leaves smell when shrunk and shed, Here's my work when I am dead.
'Lizzy Simpkins.

Fear God.

Honour the King.
'Aged 11 years.
''Tis hers,' he said to himself.

'Heavens, how I like that name!' Before he had done thinking that no other name from Abigail to Zenobia would have suited his young landlady so well, tap-tap came again upon the door; and the minister started as her face appeared yet another time, looking so disinterested that the most ingenious would have refrained from asserting that she had come to affect his feelings by her seductive eyes.
'Would you like a fire in your room, Mr.Stockdale, on account of your cold ?' The minister, being still a little pricked in the conscience for countenancing her in watering the spirits, saw here a way to self-chastisement.