All the new people want an office close to the President's. You should see them scramble. It's like fighting for a deck chair on the Titanic.

The Pope is of a bright blue round the head; on the throat it is of a fine red, and on the back of a gold green colour, it sings very finely and is the size of a canary bird.

When could they say (till now) that talk'd of Rome, That her wide Walles incompast but one man? Now is it Rome indeed, and Roome enough When there is in it but one onely man.

To be the bride of Christ was the thought that filled her heart; and when, at the fencing of the tables Doctor Chrystal preached from Matthew nine and fifteen, Can the children of the bride-chamber mourn as long as the bridegroom is with them? it was remarked by sundry that Ailie's face was liker the countenance of an angel than of a mortal lass.