I drank gin-and-hot-water to blunt the pain and took Dexedrine to blunt the gin and wrote the piece.

Low black Clouds on it being ſoppoſed to prognoſticate Rain in the Places beneath it, it has been a ſtanding old Saw, When Haldon hath a Hat, Kenton beware a Skat.

I can name the tribe every moccasin belongs to by the make of it.

We are disposed to think servants an ill-used class. Not only the parlor, not only querulous masters and mistresses, but the press, is against them, and finds its account in ringing the changes on flunkeys, menials, servant-girls, and John Thomases, confident in a sure topic, and safe from reprisal.