Edward Churchill still attended to his work in a hopeless mechanical manner like a sleep-walker who walks safely on a well-known round. But his Roman collar galled him, his cossack stifled him, his biretta was as uncomfortable as a merry-andrew's cap and bells.

I am all thumbs when it comes to shuffling cards.

Last year's juniors had wedgied last year's freshmen, and then each freshman victim had happily joined the patrol, its aficionados claimed.

[…] when they will not giue a doit to relieue a lame Begger, they will lay out ten to ſee a dead Indian: […]