After he has swept the sediment from the stones he proceeds to clean up the nest by nosing the smaller particles off to one side, sometimes even picking up pebbles in his mouth and carrying them away, after which he refans the stones until they have a polished appearance.

Anthropology and National Psychology can tell us something about such things; we have heard of those horrible Taigheirms, when for days together Highland shepherds roasted living cats in front of a fire uninterruptedly, in order that, intoxicated with their frightful wailings, they might obtain the magic gift of 'second sight;' […]

Turn left at the traffic lights and the hospital is on your right.

Hark, hark, I heare, the ſtraine of ſtrutting Chanticlere cry cockadidle-dowe.