The first book thet Sonny set up nights to read was one o' his'nall about dumb creatures an' birds.

Have these creatures the reasoning faculties of man?

"What creatures war against these innocent fish, madam?" GRANDY.

This is the reason why beauty is to all creatures an object of appetency, of desire and of love.

Have these finny creatures their full revenge upon fishermankind, when a smack sinks foundered into the swallowing deep?

In Carthagena and Portobello (America) these creatures swarm to such a degree in wet weather that many of the inhabitants believe every drop of rain to be converted into a toad.

On their branches and in their tangled recesses, adorned with all sorts of foliage and flowers, creatures the most terrible and the most loathsome are seen crowding and crouching in close proximity to the most beautiful forms of living things.

"What creatures war against these innocent fish, madam?" GRANDY.