One evening I was sitting at dinner in a fashionable street in New York, close to Central Park, when I was startled by a distinctly burglarious noise at the window.

In several of our counties the same fruit is called an open arse; another of those unluckily belotted travesties of a very properly-expressed original phrase ….

I see the wife misused by her husband, I see the treacherous seducer of young women, / I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love attempted to be hid […]

The line abounds in curves and grades, Mr. Thompson writes. Snow fences are most conspicuous all the way, and vie with fire protection notices through the forests in catching the eye. ….