I feel my vanquish'd heart conspire To crown a flame by Heav'n approv'd.

Mrs Griggs is ages with Marjory.

I made a speaking trumpet of my hands and commenced to whoop “Ahoy!” and “Hello!” at the top of my lungs. […] The Colonel woke up, and, after asking what in brimstone was the matter, opened his mouth and roared “Hi!” and “Hello!” like the bull of Bashan.

Polls indicated a dead heat for the office of dog catcher.