"This damn story I'm writing isn't any good.

STANTON: "I wish you would explain to your little nephew that the story of the poor fellow who almost died laughing was a kind of a dream of mine, and not a real thing that happened, any more than that an old woman 'lived in a shoe and had so many children she didn't know what to do,' or that Jack climbed the bean stalk and found the giant who lived at the top of it.

His story is, perhaps, the greatest which was ever represented in a poem of this nature; the action of it including the discovery and conquest of a new world.

The story is the most popular of all Lever's works, and in many respects the most characteristic.

There are many beautiful stories of child-life, but the story of the Boyhood of Jesus is the most beautiful of all.

But the story is only the most sensational of the many romantic inventions that have accumulated round Every's name.

Well researched and crisply written stories like the ones on the protests against charter tourism in the early 1990s were a joy to read long after the magazine became a pale shadow of itself.

From the early days of Barry and Jones, when it swept the decks of King George's proud ships with merciless fire, down to the glories achieved by Admirals Dewey and Schley in our war with Spain, the story of our Navy is the pride and glory of our Republic.

Hence the Bible story of human origins is a mere myth; man has not fallen, but has risen by slow evolution from some ancestor common to him and apes, at a remote period, long sons prior even to the miocene period, which shows man to have been then as obstinately differentiated from the apes as ever.

The story of what they did in the war is a three-year epic.

"A story will be a godsend to-day.

But, as the story of the opera is a pretty piece of Norman romance, some fair penciller has sent us the sketches of the annexed cuts, and our Engraver has thus pitted himself with Grieve, Stanfield, Roberts, and scores of minor scene-painters, who are building canvass castles, and scooping out caverns for the King's Theatre, Covent Garden, and Drury Lane Theatres.

The story may be trivial, a mere expanded anecdote, yet it is sure to be so vitally treated that, like Maupassant's work, it grips and remains, and, what is more, it lifts and chastens or explains.

Mr. FARNOL, very wisely, plumps for America; and the new story is a thing of millionaires, crooks, graft and the like.

Others say the whole story is a clumsy attempt to discredit him with the Labour party.

The story with a moral is generally neither literature nor morality, except such unique examples as The Pilgrim's Progress or Everyman.

The story is a coxcomb appearing at Bath, vastly rich, all the ladies dying for him, all bursting to know who he is; but he goes by no other name than Mr. H.,a curiosity like that of the dames of Strasburg about the man with the great nose.

The story that he quoted was Rogers' pretty song of "Dear is my little native vale, The ring-dove builds and warbles there, Close by my cot she tells her tale, To every passing villager.

The whole story is an architectural version of the parable of the Pharisee and the Publican who went down to the temple to pray.

Other stories of his worth noting are The Shrouded Portrait (in The Knickerbocker Gallery, 1855) and The Millenial Club (November, 1858, Knickerbocker Magazine).

Clara's story had been much the same: insensibility, then swoons, then slumber; twelve hours of utter unconsciousness.

Story and the half were just a mass of waving legs and arms many yards behind.

When they are softened or omitted, the whole story becomes an enigma, and we are often tempted to substitute some less creditable explanation of errors for the true one.

The story, for instance, of his midnight journey into the seven heavens is the symbol of an intense spiritual experience that, following the mental temper of the age in which he lived, had to be translated into the concrete.

The story is, therefore, a "Scottish reminiscence," and, as such, deserves a place here.