Heart

is he rich? ey? wh

n, and quite an epicure in the u

Lady Dillaw

replied the quintescence of quietude, her ladyship;

re important question asked? I

re agreed about the meaning of th

o enlighten the knight; but he seemed, notwithstanding, to have caught he

virtues, and all such trash; but q

e word, certainly, very rich;

live by their wits, making up to my daughter-pedantic puppies, good for

ly let me speak, a man of purer moral

n, ma'am-go on, and make haste to t

all hear; I am little in the habit of judging people entirely by their purses, not e

way, Knight, rattled loose cash in both pockets more vindictively than ever. Bu

e and beside all his good heart, good mind, good fa

did you ever know a rich man yet who was contented-ey? mum-ey? or a poor one that wasn't-ey? what? I've no patience with those contented fellows: it's my belief they steal away the hap

, fish-saucy gusto, and the word seemed to linger on his palate as a delicious morsel in the progress of delightful deglutition; but when he u

hat smooth-looking pauper, Mr. Henry Clements-to think of his im

that idea on your own account: the young man has enough for the pres

ird in the hand, that's my ticket, mum: expectations, indeed! Well, go on-go on; I'm as pat

ing by the fancy that you are far too prudent in fearing for the future: however, if you will not admit this, let me take you on your own ground, t

r Thomas Dillaway and others. But his calm spouse, nothing daunted, quietly whispered on-"You know, Thomas, you have boasted to me that your capital is doubling every year; penny-postage ha

ersist in wedding a beggar, she may starve, mum, starve, and all her poverty-stricken brats too, for any pickings they shall get out of my po

tion of a truth so just when applied to morals and graces, so bitterly iniquitous in the case of this world's wealth. I wish that our ex-lord mayor's distorted text may not be one of real an

blue-elephants and whitey-browns. We have only John and Maria; and John gets enough out of his own stock-brokering business to keep his curricle and belo

ange, shrewd fellow, and therefore, of course I don't stint him: ha! he's a regular Witney comforter, that boy-makes money-ay, for all his se

ill hear the wise ma

into business transactions; all my present ho

bad spec, unless they marry money. If our girl does this, well; she will indeed be to me a dear Maria, though not a poo-o-o-r

s, you will break our

s, plenty-plenty, to charities, and churches, and orphans, and beggars, and any thing else, by way of getting rid of gold; but as to gaining-bah! heart indeed-pauperizing bit of muscle! save me from wearing under my waistcoat what you're pleased to cal

ng chapter we will try to be didactic. Meantime, to ap

ospect too-hath it greater consolations than the retrospect? How faintly common friends can fill that hollow of the heart! How feebly can their kindness, at the warmest, imitate the sympathies and love of married life! And in the days of sickness, or the hour of death-to be lonely, childless, husbandless, to be lightly cared for, little missed-who can wonder that all those bruised and broken yearnings should ferment within the solitary mind, and some, times sour up the milk of human kindness? Be more considerate, more just, more loving to that injured heart of woman; it hath loved deeply in its day; but imperative duty or untoward circumstances nipped those early blossoms, and often generosity towards others, or the constancy of youthful blighted love, has made it thus alone. There was an age in this world's history, and may be yet again (if Heart is ever