You've a-been in a French war prison, I hear, but that's no excuse for talkin' irreligious.

The man was blowed to pieces, I tell you, by a thing called a catamaran, off the coast o' France; not so much left of 'en as would cover a half-crown piece.
And you ask me if I want 'en back in the flesh!" "But suppose that should turn out to be a mistake ?" muttered the Major.
"Hey ?" Cai Tamblyn gave a start.

"Oh, I see; you're just puttin' it so for the sake of argyment.

Well, then,"-- the old man turned his quid deliberately--"did you ever hear tell what old Sammy Mennear said when his wife died an' left him a widow-man?
'I wouldn' ha' lost my dear Sarah for a hundred pound,' said he; 'an' I dunno as I'd have her back for five hundred.' That's about the size o't with Hymen, I reckon--though, mind you, I bear en no grudge.

He left me fifty pound by will, and a hundred an' fifty to a heathen nigger; and how that can be reconciled with Christian principle I leave you to answer.