We might have got our living nicely.

And, oh! what happens this morning?
what happens this morning?
Her letter comes and tells me that she has done with the burden of her life.

Her letter comes, and bids me good-bye for ever.
Where is he ?" cries the girl, lifting her head from the crutch, and flaming out again through her tears.

"Where's this gentleman that I mustn't speak of, except with respect?
Ha, Mr.Betteredge, the day is not far off when the poor will rise against the rich.

I pray Heaven they may begin with HIM.