I sincerely hope, for your sake, that Don Beltran may expiate his treason, on the old Spanish gibbet in the Recoveco, as soon as Caraccas is a little more quiet; unless, indeed, the earthquake has already cheated the hangman of his fee, as is most probable.
How many heartfuls of sorrow shall balance a bushel of wheat?
I stole but a dirty pudding, last day, out of an alms -basket, to give my dog when he was hungry, and the peaking chitty-face page hit me in the teeth with it.
People who have blamed [Jean Charles Léonard de] Sismondi as unnecessarily prolix cannot have considered the crowd of details presented by the history of Italy.
