I agree with the poet in every particular, ma'am.

The mountainous Alps on the one hand, or a humming-bird on the other, is nothing, in point of workmanship, to an honest man--or woman--or woman.' 'Anything that Mr Witherden can say of me,' observed a small quiet voice, 'I can say, with interest, of him, I am sure.' 'It's a happy circumstance, a truly happy circumstance,' said the Notary, 'to happen too upon his eight-and-twentieth birthday, and I hope I know how to appreciate it.

I trust, Mr Garland, my dear Sir, that we may mutually congratulate each other upon this auspicious occasion.' To this the old gentleman replied that he felt assured they might.
There appeared to be another shaking of hands in consequence, and when it was over, the old gentleman said that, though he said it who should not, he believed no son had ever been a greater comfort to his parents than Abel Garland had been to his.
'Marrying as his mother and I did, late in life, sir, after waiting for a great many years, until we were well enough off--coming together when we were no longer young, and then being blessed with one child who has always been dutiful and affectionate--why, it's a source of great happiness to us both, sir.' 'Of course it is, I have no doubt of it,' returned the Notary in a sympathising voice.

'It's the contemplation of this sort of thing, that makes me deplore my fate in being a bachelor.

There was a young lady once, sir, the daughter of an outfitting warehouse of the first respectability--but that's a weakness.