Forgive me this, my wife." "Never, sir!" rejoined that miserable mind; and fancied that she was acting virtuously.

She thrust aside the kindly proffered hand; scowled at him with darkened brow; drew up her commanding height; and, calling Mrs.Siddons to remembrance, brushed away in the indignant attitude of a tragedy queen.
Emmy ran again to her father, and the vain bad mother to her bottle; we must leave them to their various avocations..