And Wrinkles, The Damned Democrats, Won't Flatter.

And Then He Danced,-all Foreigners Excel The Serious Angels In The Eloquence Of Pantomime;-he Danced, I Say, Right Well, With Emphasis, And A'so With Good Sense-a Thing In Footing Indispensable: He Danced Without Theatrical Pretence, Not Like A Ballet-master In The Van Of His Drill'd Nymphs, But Like A Gentleman.

Out Of Chaos God Made A World, And Out Of High Passions Comes A People.

Yet He Was Jealous, Though He Did Not Show It, For Jealousy Dislikes The World To Know It.

Smiles Form The Channels Of A Future Tear.

I Am About To Be Married, And Am Of Course In All The Misery Of A Man In Pursuit Of Happiness.