A series of lucky shots from the small fort at Colonia had set fire to the Lord Clive, which was unable to manoeuvre in the shallow waters of the Plate. It did not stop burning till the flames reached the water line.

But 'mid the cheer, so rich in all its shapes, Nothing the Host so valued as his grapes. Good humour reign'd—they pleas'd the Laird— (Eating much tends to suavify the mood)

Another party, again, turned up two large diamonds immediately after their arrival, and in their first cradleful of earth ; but although that is over a mouth ago, their hearts have not been gladdened with the sight of a precious stone since ;

...or the time the phone rang in the middle of the night and they knew before they answered that Auntie Jeanie had copped her whack.