Brick, Mrs.

An inmate of Shepperton workhouse, an old woman much given to snuff. " Mrs. Brick, one of those hard undying old women, to whom age seems to have given a network of wrinkles, as a coat of magic armour against the attacks of winters, warm or cold. The point on which Mrs. Brick was still sensitive - the theme on which you might possibly excite her hope and fear - was snuff . It seemed to be an embalming powder, helping her soul to do the office of salt."

<em>The Sad Fortunes of the Reverend Amos Barton</em>

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