The poor man's friend.—The Chimes, Second Quarter
"Never more, Meg; never more! Here! here! Close to you, holding to you, feeling your dear breath upon my face!"—The Chimes, Third Quarter
"Whither thou goest, I can not go; where thou lodgest, I do not lodge; thy people are not my people; nor thy God, my God!"—The Chimes, Third Quarter
"You're in spirits Tugby, my dear," observed his wife. . . . "No," said Tugby. "No; not particular. I'm a little elevated. The muffins came so pat!"—The Chimes, Fourth Quarter