'Well, if I don't deserve to be hung on the end of one as a warning to numbskulls! You're nowt but a ninnyhammer, Sam Gamgee: that's what the Gaffer said to me often enough, it being a word of his. Rope!'

By August 1860 the British and French armies had reached Tungchow at the head of the Grand Canal, only five miles east of Peking.

When he had been some months installed there as a priest-in-charge, he received a prebendal stall, thanks to the same patrons, in the collegiate church of Sainte-Croix.

I think it's useless to keep this discussion going. It's like talking to a brick wall.