Susanna Moodie,
The Little Quaker; or, the Triumph of Virtue…
“ Pat shrugged up his shoulders, and sighed heavily; then, turning to Josiah, said—“Your honour, I drank too much last night, and behaved like a madman, as these blows will sufficiently witness, though I cannot remember how I came by them, or what I did last night; but if this is my hatchet, which I see by the mark it is, why I know ’tis no use denying the fact. I am heartily sorry for it, and, if you will forgive me this once, I will devote all my leisure hours in restoring your garden to its original neatness.” ”
