"I say, brother, what a wonderful memory you have!"

"I wish I had not, Jasper; but I can't help it, it is my
misfortune."

"Misfortune! well, perhaps it is; at any rate it is very ungenteel
to have such a memory. I have heard my wife say that to show you
have a long memory looks very vulgar; and that you can't give a
greater proof of gentility than by forgetting a thing as soon as
possible--more especially a promise, or an acquaintance when he
happens to be shabby. Well, brother, I don't deny that I may have
said that I believe in dukkerin, and in Abershaw's dook, which you
say is his soul; but what I believe one moment, or say I believe,
don't be certain that I shall believe the next, or say I do."

"Indeed, Jasper, I heard you say on a previous occasion, on quoting
a piece of a song, that when a man dies he is cast into the earth,
and there's an end of him."

"I did, did I? Lor' what a memory you have, brother. But you are
not sure that I hold that opinion now."

"Certainly not, Jasper. Indeed, after such a sermon as we have
been hearing, I should be very shocked if you held such an
opinion."

"However, brother, don't be sure I do not, however shocking such an
opinion may be to you."