He said it was too hard upon sin.

'You run at the Devil like a mad bull,' said he.

'Sell it in Lambeth, sir; here calmness and decency are before everything,' says he.
'My congregation expect to go to heaven down hill.

Perhaps the chaplain of Newgate might give you a crown for it,' said he," and Triplet dashed viciously at the paper.

"Ah!" sighed he, "if my friend Mrs.Woffington would but drop these stupid comedies and take to tragedy, this house would soon be all smiles." "Oh James!" replied Mrs.Triplet, almost peevishly, "how can you expect anything but fine words from that woman?
You won't believe what all the world says.