No fears of midnight ruffians disturbed the sweetest slumber, and the best house required no fastening but a latch, lifted by a string.
Happiness was enjoyed unconsciously.

Beneath a rugged exterior, humanity wore its sweetest smile.

For a long time there was hardly a lawyer in the land.

The husbandman who held his own plough and fed his own cattle was the greatest man of the age.

No one was superior to the matron, who, with her busy daughters, kept the hum of the wheel incessantly alive, spinning and weaving every article of their dress.