A feeble woman, upwards of seventy years old, sat upon a stool tending the cradle of a sleeping infant.

In the evening on returning to Washington, we paid a visit by appointment to John Quincy Adams, ex-president of the United States; who though considerably more than seventy years of age, is yet one of the most assiduous and energetic members of the House of Representatives, and one of the most influential public men of the day.

The distance was barely seventy yards.

At Cannae, scarcely seventy accompanied the flying consul: almost the whole army shared the fate of the other who died.