The comfortable estate of widowhood is the only hope that keeps up a wife's spirits.

From wine what sudden friendship springs?

A fox may steal your hens, sir, / . . . If lawyer's hand is fee'd sir, / He steals your whole estate.

'While there is life, there's hope,' he cried; 'Then why such haste?' so groaned and died

I take my wife everywhere, but she keeps finding her way back

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep.