"Oh, my back! my loins! I suffer, gentlemen," said the poor thing, faintly.
What was to be done?
Mr.Vane offered his penknife to cut her laces.
"You shall cut my head off sooner," cried she, with sudden energy.
"Don't pity me," said she, sadly, "I don't deserve it;" then, lifting her eyes, she exclaimed, with a sad air of self-reproach: "O vanity! do you never leave a woman ?" "Nay, madam!" whimpered the page, who was a good-hearted girl; "'twas your great complaisance for us, not vanity.

Oh! oh! oh!" and she began to blubber, to make matters better.
"No, my children," said the old lady, "'twas vanity.

I wanted to show you what an old 'oman could do; and I have humiliated myself, trying to outshine younger folk.

I am justly humiliated, as you see;" and she began to cry a little.
"This is very painful," said Cibber.
Mrs.Bracegirdle now raised her eyes (they had set her in a chair), and looking sweetly, tenderly and earnestly on her old companion, she said to him, slowly, gently, but impressively "Colley, at threescore years and ten this was ill done of us! You and I are here now--for what?
to cheer the young up the hill we mounted years ago.

And, old friend, if we detract from them we discourage them.