O, with what freshness, what solemnity and beauty, is each new day born; as if to say to insensate man, "Behold! thou hast one more chance! _Strive_ for immortal glory!" There is no speech nor language where this voice is not heard; but the bold, bad man heard it not.

He woke with an oath and a curse.

What to him was the gold and purple, the daily miracle of morning! What to him the sanctity of the star which the Son of God has hallowed as his own emblem?
Brute-like, he saw without perceiving; and, stumbling forward, poured out a tumbler of brandy, and drank half of it.
"I've had a h--l of a night!" he said to Cassy, who just then entered from an opposite door.
"You'll get plenty of the same sort, by and by," said she, dryly.
"What do you mean, you minx ?" "You'll find out, one of these days," returned Cassy, in the same tone.
"Now Simon, I've one piece of advice to give you." "The devil, you have!" "My advice is," said Cassy, steadily, as she began adjusting some things about the room, "that you let Tom alone." "What business is 't of yours ?" "What?
To be sure, I don't know what it should be.

If you want to pay twelve hundred for a fellow, and use him right up in the press of the season, just to serve your own spite, it's no business of mine, I've done what I could for him." "You have?
What business have you meddling in my matters ?" "None, to be sure.

I've saved you some thousands of dollars, at different times, by taking care of your hands,--that's all the thanks I get.