Nothing, I think, in nature, can be supposed more terrible, than such a Rencounter,--so imprompt! so ill prepared to stand the shock of it as Dr. Slop was!

Piracy is an utterly plunderous business.

Year after year unto her feet, / She lying on her couch alone, / Across the purpled coverlet, / The maiden's jet-black hair has grown, […]

That whatever might have been said en passant or adjectitiously, this was the ground on which the judgment below was rested.