Davy Garrick pleases the public; and in trifles like acting, that take nobody to heaven, to please all the world, is to be great.

Some pretend to higher aims, but none have 'em.

You may hide this from young fools, mayhap, but not from an old 'oman like me.

He! he! he! No, no, no--not from an old 'oman like me." She then turned round in her chair, and with that sudden, unaccountable snappishness of tone to which the brisk old are subject, she snarled: "Gie me a pinch of snuff, some of ye, do!" Tobacco dust was instantly at her disposal.

She took it with the points of her fingers delicately, and divested the crime of half its uncleanness and vulgarity--more an angel couldn't.
"Monstrous sensible woman, though!" whispered Quin to Clive.
"Hey, sir! what do you say, sir?
for I'm a little deaf." (Not very to praise, it seems.) "That your judgment, madam, is equal to the reputation of your talent." The words were hardly spoken before the old lady rose upright as a tower.