I think we are a sleepy people.

We've got no coal, you see, and no iron.

We have no beautiful scenery, like the lake country,--no rivers great for fishing, like Scotland,--no hunting grounds, like the shires.' 'Partridges!' pleaded Lady Carbury, with pretty energy.
'Yes; we have partridges, fine churches, and the herring fishery.

We shall do very well if too much is not expected of us.

We can't increase and multiply as they do in the great cities.' 'I like this part of England so much the best for that very reason.
What is the use of a crowded population ?' 'The earth has to be peopled, Lady Carbury.' 'Oh, yes,' said her ladyship, with some little reverence added to her voice, feeling that the bishop was probably adverting to a divine arrangement.