If you are a fisherman or a “fisherette” you may write to one of the advertisers in The New Department for a fly-book.

Worthless and lost our offerings seem, / Drops in the ocean of his praise; / But Mercy with her genial beam / Is ripening them to pearly blaze, / To sparkle in His crown above, / Who welcomes here a child's as there an angel's love.

Sir, the Negus of Ethiopia is here in person; and this is the day of our death, doe what you can to saue your selfe, for my part I meane here to die

Once someone discovered a bottle of wine in the sand that was still corked.