Contemptible wretch, that has nothing of the man about him! Must he perpetually trample upon his betters?
Is every body incapable of saying what kind of stuff a man is made of?
caught with mere outside?
choosing the flimsy before the substantial?
And upon his death-bed too?
[Mr.Tyrrel with his uncultivated brutality mixed, as usually happens, certain rude notions of religion.] Sure the sense of his situation might have shamed him.

Poor wretch! his soul has a great deal to answer for.

He has made my pillow uneasy; and, whatever may be the consequences, it is he we have to thank for them." The death of Mr.Clare removed the person who could most effectually have moderated the animosities of the contending parties, and took away the great operative check upon the excesses of Mr.Tyrrel.This rustic tyrant had been held in involuntary restraint by the intellectual ascendancy of his celebrated neighbour: and, notwithstanding the general ferocity of his temper, he did not appear till lately to have entertained a hatred against him.

In the short time that had elapsed from the period in which Mr.Clare had fixed his residence in the neighbourhood, to that of the arrival of Mr.Falkland from the Continent, the conduct of Mr.Tyrrel had even shown tokens of improvement.

He would indeed have been better satisfied not to have had even this intruder into a circle where he had been accustomed to reign.
But with Mr.Clare he could have no rivalship; the venerable character of Mr.Clare disposed him to submission: this great man seemed to have survived all the acrimony of contention, and all the jealous subtleties of a mistaken honour.
The effects of Mr.Clare's suavity however, so far as related to Mr.
Tyrrel, had been in a certain degree suspended by considerations of rivalship between this gentleman and Mr.Falkland.And, now that the influence of Mr.Clare's presence and virtues was entirely removed, Mr.
Tyrrel's temper broke out into more criminal excesses than ever.