"Don't forget," he stammered, "I can't speak French, or understand it, either.

The service which you performed for the United States, and indeed for the world, in describing the Yellowstone Park, and in setting on foot and persistently advocating the plan to make it a national pleasure ground, will always be remembered; and it is well that public acknowledgment should be made of it occasionally, so that the men of this generation may not forget what they owe to those of the past.

Wednesday, August 31.This has been a "red-letter" day with me, and one which I shall not soon forget, for my mind is clogged and my memory confused by what I have to-day seen.

Let me not forget tent-inspection, at four, by the officer of the day, when our band plays deliciously.

Forget all that we thought shortcomings, every mistake, every delay.

He writes with such enthusiasm, and is so plainly a dear lover and worshipper of the justice which can alone exalt this nation, that we are carried clear over the wretched half-republicanism which has been trying all the year to say eminently sound and unexceptionable things, we forget the deceit and expediency whose leaded columns have been more formidable than those which rolled the tide of war back again to the Potomac.

Long as I live I can never forget the almost supernatural glow that came over his features.

The fortresses scattered over the plain bear testimony to their fighting qualities, and are an expression of their authority and power; their gilded palaces and jeweled thrones testify to their luxurious taste and artistic sentiment, while the massive mausoleums which arise in every direction testify to their pride and their determination that posterity shall not forget their names.

How should she forget it?

And do you expect that mankind will ever forget, or forgive such a deed?

Experience, often so dearly bought, is surely not meant to be thrown away: whether it has been obtained without the sacrifice of that which is most precious, or whether the lost blessing has been restored twofold, and good is understood, not only as the opposite of evil, but as the deliverance from it, we cannot be meant to forget all that we have been learning.

Once I longed To be beloved,now would they but forget me!

The moorland colt enjoys the thorny furze The dullest boor will seek a fight, and count His pleasure by his wounds; you must forget, love, Eve's curse lays suffering, as their natural lot, On womankind, till custom makes it light.

Our wanton accidents take root, and grow To vaunt themselves God's laws, until our clothes, Our gems, and gaudy books, and cushioned litters Become ourselves, and we would fain forget There live who need them not.

Thou speakest well The knave who serves unto another's needs Knows himself abler than the man who needs him; And she who stoops, will not forget, that stooping Implies a height to stoop from. Eliz.

So come Now to my pastime, [aside] And in happy toil Forget this whirl of doubtWe are weak, we are weak, Only when still: put thou thine hand to the plough, The spirit drives thee on. Isen.

I can't forget it, as I am a Christian man.

goyes, goThou'lt not forget to pray, [Lewis goes.

The good book bids the heavy-hearted drink, And so forget their woe.

For we should not forget that the first German Emperor's messages to his wife in the Franco-Prussian War were once summed up by Mr. Punch: Ten thousand French have gone below; Praise God from Whom all blessings flow.

One is so apt to forget that the Kaiser is a divinity, so prone to remember that Luther wrote, "We Germans are Germans, and Germans we will remainthat is to say, pigs and brutish animals."

I've got to forget myself.

They, with the crowding interests that compel the mind, no matter how fiercely the bereaved heart may fight against intrusion, would forget for an hour now and then the cause of the black shadow over them and all the house and all the world; and as the weeks passed their grief softened and their memories of the dead man began to give them that consoling illusion of his real presence.

"Sahib, I shall never forget the joy of that durbar with Ibrahim the Weeper there, like a trapped rat, in the midst, looking from face to face for mercy.

] Turn not thine eyes upon the backward view, Let us look forward into sunny days, Welcome with joyous heart the victory, Forget what it has cost thee.