Suppers were the ne plus ultra of human invention; it could go no further, and was obliged to degenerate; dinner is too much matter of business, it is a necessity: now, a necessity is too like a duty ever to be pleasant.

He was sentenced to be hung without any trial worth speaking of; but as he was carted to the gallows an old woman cried out, "Ach, Jimmy alanna!

The foreſt wide is fitter to reſound / The hollow Echo of my carefull cryes, […]

She lay on her side on the floor under the bed, long legs scissored out as if in running.