―In England, dear Sir, ſaid I, we ſit all at our eaſe. The old French officer would have ſet me at unity with myſelf, in caſe I had been at variance,—by ſaying it was a bon mot—and as a bon mot is always worth ſomething at Paris, he offered me a pinch of ſnuff.

This is my little sister.

The mightie trunck halfe rent, with ragged rift Doth roll adowne the rocks, and fall with fearefull drift.

Fungi continue their patient, determined work, slowly consuming the cellulose over the years, like the helpful toothed jelly mushroom, a nutrientrich fungus that tastes something like tofu.