Forget not: in thy book record their groanes Who were thy Sheep and in their antient Fold Slayn by the bloody Piemontese that roll'd Mother with Infant down the Rocks. Their moans

“Since you won’t let my taxi in,” she says, “please let the driver bring out of the trunk of his taxi my oddment of purchases.”

Before a few weeks ago I always held England for the greateste land of the whole world after Dutchland, and the Englanders for the best-lighted folk.

A fine man, that Dunwody, yonder, commented the young captain, as they parted, and as he turned to his prisoner. We'll see him on in Washington some day.[…]A strong man—a strong one; and a heedless. ¶ Of what party is he? she inquired, as though casually.