“Please, sir, I want some more.”

“She dotes on poetry, sir. She adores it; I may say that her whole soul and mind are wound up, and entwined with it. She has produced some delightful pieces, herself, sir. You may have met with her 'Ode to an Expiring Frog,' sir.”

“You talk very easily of hours, sir! How long do you suppose, sir, that an hour is to a man who is choking for want of air?”

“Yes, sir,” said I; “him too; late of this parish.”

“I am a disappointed drudge, sir. I care for no man on earth, and no man on earth cares for me”

“It's very soon done, sir, isn't it?' inquired Mr. Folair of the collector, leaning over the table to address him.What is soon done, sir?' returned Mr. Lillyvick.The tying up, the fixing oneself with a wife,' replied Mr. Folair. 'It don't take long, does it?'No, sir,' replied Mr. Lillyvick, colouring. 'It does not take long. And what then, sir?'Oh! nothing,' said the actor. 'It don't take a man long to hang himself, either, eh? Ha, ha!”

“Joe gave me some more gravy.”