[…]therfoꝛ Chꝛiſt wold not call him abominable / But the verye abomination it ſilf.

It was a little unfortunate that the fib unfibbed gave their consultations something the complexion of that close understanding which exists between penitent and confessor.

Out came old Teenie, buzzing mad as a whole nest of wasps. Muttered awfulnesses came from her great padded bonnet.

The cold, during the winter night, is very severe, and the sentinels are frequently obliged to be relieved every half-hour, and the officers, so long as they possess the prima flora juvenus, may enjoy horizontal refreshments in peace; but when they obtained those manly appendages, yclept whiskers, find that turing in bed becomes hopeless, and being brought up with a round turn, discover that they have become frozen to the sheets.