If I can catch him once upon the hip, / I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

Chatting to some British students, he cheerily remarked that they would get slitty eyes if they stayed too long in China.

Today is resting complacentry without worn institutions being guarded by the activities—reacters, blamers and provocaters.

Sir Austin Feverel, a thorough good Tory, was no game-preserver, and could be popular whenever he chose, which Sir Males Papworth, on the other side of the river,a fast-handed Whig and terror to poachers, never could be.