Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than the birth of day: glimmered faintly in the sky. The objects which had looked dim and terrible in the darkness, grew more and more defined, and gradually resolved into their familiar shapes. The rain came down, thick and fast; and pattered, noisily, among the leafless bushes.

Of little worth as life is when we misuse it, it is worth that effort. It would cost nothing to lay down if it were not.

Stranger, pause and ask thyself the question, Canst thou do likewise? If not, with a blush retire.

This is a world of action, and not moping and droning in.

Can I view thee panting, lying On thy stomach, without sighing; Can I unmoved see thee dying On a log Expiring frog!

Polly put the kettle on, we'll all have tea.

I'm awful dull, but I hope I've beat out something nigh the rights of this at last. And so GOD bless you, dear old Pip, old chap, GOD bless you!