Beneship, beneship dearlie. Settle thine arse sopra this chaise the while I preparare the wrinkle-mousse to smoddle thee in.

Abid Ali Majeed, 75, a shopowner, complained that the killers should never have been allowed so close to a populated area.

I was 'counsel for the defence', or 'prisoner's friend'. My chap had deserted for nearly two years and spent six months in a civvy jug. With papers under my arm and serious countenance I visited him in his cell day after day, […]

To any ritualism so recognized and sanctioned no one may justly object, but beyond the license thus indicated, begins excess, which, being once outside the legitimate limitation, may run riot in any amount of extravagance which the fancy or the folly of the individual affects—such as the use of fading flowers cut off from their root to symbolize a resurrection to life—groups of variegatedly vested and artistically attitudinizing priests, to observe the sacrament instituted with so much simplicity in the upper chamber at Jerusalem—[…].