I don't hope for folks that take parish pay." The said William Raby came in the evening and brought the big vegetables, wrapped in an old newspaper, for Mr.Mortimer's acceptance, and when the old man came out into his hall to speak to him, Raby said-- "It wer' not only the money.

My wife, _her_ feels, too--when a man's been down so long--as it does him a sight o' good to get a mouthful o' pride, and six penn'orth o' praise to make him hold his head up." "St.George was dull yesterday," observed John Mortimer, when he and his father were alone the next morning in the bank parlour.

"He was not like himself; he flashed out now and then, but I could see that it was an effort to him to appear in good spirits.

I thought he had got over that attachment, for he seemed jolly enough some time ago." "When does he sail for Canada ?" asked the old man.
"At the end of this week, and I believe mainly for the sake of having something to do.

It is very much to be lamented that my uncle did not manage to make him take up some profession.