"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.

Yes. He is quite a good fellow - nobody's enemy but his own.

Notwithstanding his very liberal laudation of himself, however, the Major was selfish. It may be doubted whether there ever was a more entirely selfish person at heart; or at stomach is perhaps a better expression, seeing that he was more decidedly endowed with that latter organ than with the former.

Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures, hover about a lighted candle. Can the candle help it?

Change begets change. Nothing propagates so fast.

You can't make a head and brains out of a brass knob with nothing in it. You couldn't do it when your uncle George was living much less when he's dead.

Now, I return to this young fellow. And the communication I have got to make is, that he has great expectations.