I never saw any thing like it." "What a pity!" said Rose; "for she's a smart, bright little thing; and it's cunning to hear her talk French." "Well," said Mrs.Ferguson, straightening her back, and sitting up with a grand air: "I am one of eight children that my mother nursed herself at her own breast, and lived to a good honorable old age after it.

People called her a handsome woman at sixty: she could ride and walk and dance with the best; and nobody kept up a keener interest in reading or general literature.

Her conversation was sought by the most eminent men of the day as something remarkable.

She was always with her children: we always knew we had her to run to at any moment; and we were the first thing with her.

She lived a happy, loving, useful life; and her children rose up and called her blessed." "As we do you, dear mamma," said Rose, kissing her: "so don't be oratorical, darling mammy; because we are all of your mind here.".