The conditions of the old-time Salisbury hill-farm, which fed its owners on its spare-ribs and corn meal, and sweetened their taste with the crystallized sap of its maples, and which reckoned a man with a savings-bank account and a hundred stonewalled and unmortgaged acres forehanded if not positively rich, have ceased to be typical conditions of the American present-day prosperity.

If a man might die, and have done with it all! But to meet God! And 'tis no sweven,¹ ne fallacy, this dread undeadliness² — it is real.

1. Dream 2. Immortality.

And Grant Street National Bank, as the bad bank is called, ... The bad bank and its 75 workout specialists proved adept at unloading sorry loans

And now and then we find a great idea, misplotted and half told.