We invited our friends round for dinner.

It was commenced when the author was in a Shandean fever, and burned to outstrip Sterne. Without any disguise as to who his model was he opened his vapid tale with a scene in which Yorick's manner was broadly caricatured, but which […]

“Each household will have to have a tap with water running out of it all the year round,” he said. “And not only palm trees, but fruit trees too and flower gardens. It won’t take so many years to turn Golema Mmidi into a paradise. […] ”

In order to the diſcovery of ſome hints of the account, upon which the above mentioned mixtures were more intenſely frigefactive than ſnow alone, we ſealed up a ſingle vial of ſnow unmingled with any other ingredient, and found it to thaw much more ſlowly than any of thoſe parcels of ſnow, which we had mixt with ſalts or ſpirits.