Near Rotterdam we canalled by Delfthaven.

Brazilian pebble

And Strang sitting there before the Mayor in the leather-mahogany sanctum sanctorum of City Hall, bowing and scraping, genuflecting like a mandarin, dizzy with adulation, and Uriah Heeping before that exalted personage, His Honor the Mayor.

[…] who knowes not how false, how suppositious, the writings and Epistles of the auncient Popes are iustly esteemed?