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Never trouble your head about me, aunt; I can handle a rope and climb to the mast-head, and look over a hundred leagues of ocean, and visit far-off shores, as well as any boy.

My dear creature, my dear boy! that were a hard life for thee; thou art too good for this.

Not a whit, not a whit! Am I too good for what Lord Nelson has done before me? And now, credulous dupe as I have been, will you pardon me, Sir Cameron?

Allow me to answer for you, Kunliffe, or you will mar your present advantage. (To .) You cannot surely expect, my dear lady, to be let off with impunity. Say your own self what amends he ought to have: pronounce your own punishment, and it shall be immediately inflicted,

How provoking you are, Mr. Brightly! how