Mr. Hume had been scarcely more prudent than myself, but on him the water had a contrary effect, as well as upon Hopkinson.
I had intended to say something about Hopkinson; but really there is very little to say.
"Go along and mind your own business, you scoundrel," roared Hopkinson.
"I should think so," said Mrs. Hopkinson with a mischievous look.
Nobody minded Hopkinson; in the blaze of Mrs. Hopkinson's fascinations he was completely lost sight of.
Hopkinson wrote this anthem when Marshall returned from France.
Hopkinson and Fraser fell asleep at their oars, and even the heavy Clayton appeared to labour.
So also did Mr. Hopkinson Smith, resurrecting vast numbers of American 'chestnuts.'
The appearance of a bouquet on the table of Mrs. Hopkinson was no rare event; nevertheless, Mr. Gashwiler's was not there.
In one of the letters to Hopkinson, mentioned by us, he tells Hopkinson that he does well to refrain from newspaper abuse.