And Tom Troubridge, no careless observer of men, had said once to Major Buckley, that he thought his face grew each year more like what it must have been when a boy.

A bold flight of fancy for Tom, but, like all else he said, true.
Such was William Lee, as he stopped Sam in the yard, and, with a bold, honest look of admiration, said-- "It makes me feel young to look at you, Mr.Buckley.You are a great stranger here lately.

Some young lady to run after, I suppose?
Well, never mind; I hope it ain't Miss Blake." "A man may not marry his grandmother, Lee," said Sam, laughing.
"True for you, sir," said Lee.

"That was wrote up in Drumston church, I mind, and some other things alongside of it, which I could say by heart once on a time--all on black boards, with yellow letters.

And also, I remember a spick and span new board, about how Anthony Hamlyn (that's Mr.Geoffry Hamlyn's father) 'repaired and beautified this church;' which meant that he built a handsome new pew for himself in the chancel.