Here in England it is, thank God! the custom for us to shunt ourselves off the grand trunk railroad of business, in tearing up and down which our lives are mainly passed, into some quiet siding once every year. […] [W]hen July is running into August, and everything is breaking up, you feel that your business for the season—be it in commerce, law, or literature—is achieved, and that the time for your being temporarily shunted has arrived.

Telemarketers are the literal worst.

She was the prettiest thing I'd ever clapped eyes on.

The name of the Lord's Supper is given to it by St Paul in his Epiſtle to the Corinthians. The other name (the Communion) is likewiſe a compellation which St Paul has given of this holy rite.