The least dreadful among the essays stacked and waiting to be corrected would be that of young Master Jefferson Davis, who when imprisoned by Andrew Johnson in 1866 will ask his physician at Fortress Monroe to procure a few volumes of conchology, geology, or botany, he desiring to commune with the interests of more innocent days.

It poured like a cow pissing on a flat rock. Summer thunderstorm in a Catskill cattle pasture with 350,000 Mud People standing in it. Aerosmith was supposed to play at midnight, but midnight came and went.

No goods should be fured upon the over-loft of the ships.

Son! thou in whom my glory I behold / In full resplendence, heir of all my might.