How children do delight in that vile gunpowder!" "So they ought, in the present state of our country, with five hundred thousand of Frenchmen coming.

My dear Mrs.Stubbard, how thankful we should be to have children who love gunpowder!" "But not when they blow up their mother, ma'am." "Oh, here comes Eliza!" cried Mrs.Twemlow.

"I am so glad, because she knows everything.

I thought we had missed her.

My dear child, where are Faith and Dolly Darling gone?
There are so many strangers about to-day that the better class should keep together." "Here are three of us at any rate," replied the young lady, who considered her mother old-fashioned: "enough to secure one another's sanctity from the lower orders.