Dear Moxon, The snows are ancle deep slush and mire, that 'tis hard to get to the post office, and cruel to send the maid out.

You throw it out of the window into the roar of London, it disappears in a deep brown slush, the omnibus and the growler pass over it, and by and by it turns up again somewhere uninjured, with all the pure fire lambent in its facets.

The feel of the cool slush was pleasant, working above his hoofs and over the sensitive skin of the fetlock joint.

The snowstorm had covered the ropes with an icy sheetthis is now peeling off and falling with a clatter to the deck, from which the moist slush is rapidly evaporating.

When he has finished he will step down into the muddy slush of a trench, and take his place with the rest, who, if need be, will go on doing that job for another ten years, without thinking of an alternative.

He was knocking the packed and frozen slush from them at the moment Angus McRae confronted him.

But this sentimental slush which slops over on anything and everything in general is nothing but an imitation of the real thing.

On regaining his senses, the poet found himself in the third circle of hell, a place of everlasting wet, darkness, and cold, one heavy slush of hail and mud, emitting a squalid smell.