Towards the following morning, the thermometer fell to 5°; and at daylight, there was not an atom of water to be seen in any direction.

In 1892 appeared my first serial in the Boys' Own Paper, of London, for which I received $190, and $125 more at a later date for the bookrights.

[…] as that admirable writer has the best and worst verses of any among our English poets, Ned Softly has got all the bad ones without book, which he repeats upon occasion, to shew his reading, and garnish his conversation.

He was a fellow of parts, quick, humorous, a clever painter, and with an eye for certain poetical effects of sea and ships.