Sober--Ananias himself could scarce say that I am that.

Trustworthy--indifferently so.

Steady--hum! about as much so as Garraway's weathercock.

Hang it, man, I am choke full of good resolutions, but a sparkling glass or a roguish eye will deflect me, as the mariners say of the compass.

So much for my weaknesses.