The agriculturists are a scattered generation — the upper ranks of them proud as Lucifer, on their little dunghills; and the lower, I mean in England, in a brutal state of mental obfuscity.

The Pails high-foaming with a milky Flood,

Dave plays the lottery almost every week, but always picks different numbers.

Zeus, by means of his never‐ceasing thunder‐bolts, at length over‐came Typhoeus, and cast him into Tartarus, or, according to later writers (Pindar and Virgil), buried him beneath Mount Ætna in Sicily, whence at times he still breathes out fire and flames towards heaven.