She lay on her side on the floor under the bed, long legs scissored out as if in running.

He was sentenced to be hung without any trial worth speaking of; but as he was carted to the gallows an old woman cried out, "Ach, Jimmy alanna!

Suppers were the ne plus ultra of human invention; it could go no further, and was obliged to degenerate; dinner is too much matter of business, it is a necessity: now, a necessity is too like a duty ever to be pleasant.

The foreſt wide is fitter to reſound / The hollow Echo of my carefull cryes, […]