"O' course I came to look arter you, my darlin'," replied Mr. Weller; for once permitting his passion to get the better of his veracity.

There is a Sunday conscience as well as a Sunday coat; and those who make religion a secondary concern put the coat and conscience carefully by to put on only once a week.

They don't mind it: its a reg'lar holiday to them - all porter and skittles.

Time and tide will wait for no man, saith the adage. But all men have to wait for time and tide.

There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches like dead garlands.

... Treachery don't come natural to beaming youth; but trust and pity, love and constancy,-they do, thank God!

Dickens writes that an event, "began to be forgotten, as most affairs are, when wonder, having no fresh food to support it, dies away of itself.