The description, for instance, of his country coquette-- 'Wincing she was, as is a wanton colt, Sweet as a flower, and upright as a bolt.' Then, again, for pathos, where will you mend the dying scene of Arcite?
'Alas, my heart's queen! alas, my wife! Giver at once, and ender of my life.
What is this world ?--What axen men to have?
Now with his love--now in his cold grave Alone, withouten other company.' But I tire you, sir; and do injustice to the poet, whom I remember but by halves." "On the contrary, sir," replied Peveril, "you make him more intelligible to me in your recitation, than I have found him when I have tried to peruse him myself." "You were only frightened by the antiquated spelling, and 'the letters black,'" said his companion.

"It is many a scholar's case, who mistakes a nut, which he could crack with a little exertion, for a bullet, which he must needs break his teeth on; but yours are better employed .-- Shall I offer you some of this fish ?" "Not so, sir," replied Julian, willing to show himself a man of reading in his turn; "I hold with old Caius, and profess to fear judgment, to fight where I cannot choose, and to eat no fish." The stranger cast a startled look around him at this observation, which Julian had thrown out, on purpose to ascertain, if possible, the quality of his companion, whose present language was so different from the character he had assumed at Bridlesley's.

His countenance, too, although the features were of an ordinary, not to say mean cast, had that character of intelligence which education gives to the most homely face; and his manners were so easy and disembarrassed, as plainly showed a complete acquaintance with society, as well as the habit of mingling with it in the higher stages.

The alarm which he had evidently shown at Peveril's answer, was but momentary; for he almost instantly replied, with a smile, "I promise you, sir, that you are in no dangerous company; for notwithstanding my fish dinner, I am much disposed to trifle with some of your savoury mess, if you will indulge me so far." Peveril accordingly reinforced the stranger's trencher with what remained of the bacon and eggs, and saw him swallow a mouthful or two with apparent relish; but presently after began to dally with his knife and fork, like one whose appetite was satiated; and then took a long draught of the black jack, and handed his platter to the large mastiff dog, who, attracted by the smell of the dinner, had sat down before him for some time, licking his chops, and following with his eye every morsel which the guest raised to his head.
"Here, my poor fellow," said he, "thou hast had no fish, and needest this supernumerary trencher-load more than I do.

I cannot withstand thy mute supplication any longer." The dog answered these courtesies by a civil shake of the tail, while he gobbled up what was assigned him by the stranger's benevolence, in the greater haste, that he heard his mistress's voice at the door.
"Here is the canary, gentlemen," said the landlady; "and the goodman has set off the mill, to come to wait on you himself.