I trust I had borne with his idle threats, though in sooth his voice went through my poor ears; but he was an infidel, or next door to one, and such I have been taught to abhor.
Did he not as good as say, we owed our inward parts to men with long Greek names, and not to Him, whose name is but a syllable, but whose hand is over all the earth?
Pagan!" "So you knocked him down forthwith--like a good Christian." "Now, Denys, you will still be jesting.

Take not an ill man's part.

Had it been a thunderbolt from Heaven, he had met but his due; yet he took but a sorry bolster from this weak arm." "What weak arm ?" inquired Denys, with twinkling eyes.

"I have lived among arms, and by Samson's hairy pow never saw I one more like a catapult.

The bolster wrapped round his nose and the two ends kissed behind his head, and his forehead resounded, and had he been Goliath, or Julius Caesar, instead of an old quacksalver, down he had gone.