My lass, when I cooms to die, / Smash the bottle to smithers, the Divil's in 'im,' said I.

The sheer unimaginableness of coming into her mouth — of coming into anything other than the air or a tissue or a dirty sock — was an allurement too stupendous for a novice to forswear.

The materials for the foreign settlements are far from being as perfect, or as much to be depended upon as we could wish; it was very seldom that I could venture to transcribe any thing directly from them without some addition or some corrective.

The yahrzeit is here, and the least lachrymose country on earth is devising its rituals of commemoration.