I only know two sorts of boys. Mealy boys, and beef-faced boys. — Charles Dickens

There is a passion for hunting something deeply implanted in the human breast.

It was a nice sickly season just at this time. In commercial phrase, coffins were looking up.

"If the law supposes that," said Mr. Bumble, squeezing his hat emphatically in both hands, "the law is a ass — a idiot. If that's the eye of the law, the law is a bachelor; and the worst I wish the law is, that his eye may be opened by experience — by experience."