Sideways leaning, we sideways darted; every ropeyarn tingling like a wire; the two tall masts buckling like Indian canes in land tornadoes.

Garibaldi, with his cowboy's poncho, red shirt and the black ostrich feathers in his wide hat […]

Well! the greateſt plague of a ſervingman, is to be hir’d to ſome great Lord! They care not what drudgery they put upon us, while they lie lolling at their eaſe a-bed, and ſtretch their lazy limbs, in expectation of the Whore which we are fetching for them.

His children, married and single, were ever on the watch for what they could get out of him.