And life goes on and on anon, and death goes on, world without end.

I saw him, the sea gray under the mistral and foam-flecked, watching the vanishing coast of France, which he was destined never to see again; and I thought there was something gallant in his bearing and dauntless in his soul.

His shoulders are remarkably sloping, giving an appearance of great longitude to his neck.

Several kings of the Belgians were called Leopold.