Sterne generally gets the credit of saying that pretty thought first, "Providence tempers the wind to the shorn lamb." A French writer puts it the other way, and more practically: "Providence tempers the wool of the lamb to the wind." This is far better and more natural.

But it may be truly said that Providence tempers the seasons to the temperaments and customs of the two nations.
Just before reaching Oakham, I passed a grand mansion, standing far back from the turnpike road, on a commanding eminence, flanked with extensive plantations.

The wide avenue leading to it looked a full mile in length.

Lawns and lakes, which mirrored the trees with equal distinctness, suffused the landscape of the park like evening smiles of Nature.

It was indeed a goodly heritage for one man; and he only mounted a plain _Mr_.