We found errors, but their effects were negligible.

You are very pressing, Basil, but I am afraid I must go.

Our bodies deck'd in our Daedalean arms.

As to the terrapin, I have not so much to say. The terrapin is a small turtle, found on the shores of Maryland and Virginia, out of which a very rich soup is made. It is cooked with wines and spices, and is served in the shape of a hash, with heaps of little bones mixed through it. […] I must, however, confess that the terrapin for me had no surpassing charms.