While he is on earth I'll pursue him.

Old as I am, he shall find I can sting him yet.

The villain! The perfidious villain!'-- I had by this time reached down my pistols, when my poor wife, whose passions were not so strong as mine, caught me in her arms.

'My dearest, dearest husband,' cried she, 'the bible is the only weapon that is fit for your old hands now.

Open that, my love, and read our anguish into patience, for she has vilely deceived us.'-- 'Indeed, Sir,' resumed my son, after a pause, 'your rage is too violent and unbecoming.