When he found out that someone had broken the window, he went spare.

Vast chain of being! which from God began.

The night air was passably cool and he strolled through the town at a measured pace, killing time till bedtime. The garage was lighted up, the greengrocer's, the ham and beef shop.

I 've read in school-boy days,—thy cousin bees, (Mauger the din of warming-pans and matrons) Would swarm around the lips of Sophocles Mistaking the sweet muses for their patrons;...