I will walk where my own nature would be leading.

If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.

I take so little interest in my daily life, that I hardly remember to eat and drink.

The Lord help us!' he soliloquised in an undertone of peevish displeasure, while relieving me of my horse: looking, meantime, in my face so sourly that I charitably conjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner, and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent.

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.

Worthless as wither'd weeds.

Nay, you'll be ashamed of me everyday of your life," he answered; "and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.