I have seen them in the wallaby frequently two inches in length, and with pouches so large, that you could with ease thrust your hand into them; the uteri with their appendages enlarged and apparently very vascular, as well as thickened; but in no one instance at the Abrolhos could I detect a gravid uterus; but I have seen the young adhering to the nipples less than half an inch in length, and in a perfectly helpless state.

But I am persuaded it is not so ill spent, I ought not to excuse or repent myself of this subject; on which many grave and worthy men have written whole volumes, Plato, Plutarch, Plotinus, Maximus, Tyrius, Alcinous, Avicenna, Leon Hebreus in three large dialogues, Xenophon sympos.

Doth this become grave philosophers?

5.) to recreate himself in this kind after his laborious studies, "since so many grave divines and worthy men have without offence to manners, to help themselves and others, voluntarily written of it.

A stone was laid over his grave in Okerton church, in 1669, by the society of New college, who also erected an honorary monument to his memory in the cloisters of their college.

Approach, ye minstrels, try the soothing strain, [bb]Diffuse the tuneful lenitives of pain: No sounds, alas! would touch th' impervious ear, Though dancing mountains witness'd Orpheus near; Nor lute nor lyre his feeble pow'rs attend, Nor sweeter musick of a virtuous friend; But everlasting dictates crowd his tongue, Perversely grave, or positively wrong.

Long have I wish'd, before our prophet's tomb, To pour my pray'rs for thy successful reign, To quit the tumults of the noisy camp, And sink into the silent grave in peace.

could the grave restore the pious hero, Soon would his art or valour set us free, And bear us far from servitude and crimes.

Can Cali dare the stroke of heav'nly justice, In the dark precincts of the gaping grave, And load with perjuries his parting soul?

Far more I dread Abdalla's fiery folly, Than all the wisdom of the grave divan.

Ere guilty fear depress'd the hoary chief, An angry murmur, a rebellious frown, Had stretch'd the fiery boaster in the grave.

'Tis yours to crown desertbeyond the grave.

All that prey on vice or folly Joy to see their quarry fly: There the gamester light and jolly, There the lender grave and sly.

Qui benignus crimina ignoscis, pater, Facilisque semper confitenti ades reo, Aurem faventem precibus O! praebe meis; Scelerum catena me laborantem grave Aeterna tandem liberet clementia, Ut summa laus sit, summa Christo gloria.

We shall elsewhere have to contemplate the moralist, standing on the border of his mother's grave, and asking, with anxious agony, whether that dark bourn, once passed, terminated for ever the cares of maternity and love[a].

There was once (said he) a ship in a tremendous storm; the crew and passengersabout 270 in numberwere at their wits' end; nothing appeared before them but a watery grave.

Amidst destitution and want, they are tottering on the verge of the grave.

On that dreadful day, the 28th of January, on which we arrived in New Orleans, Jack Jones, a Welshman, was drowned in the Mississippi, in a generous effort to save another man from a watery grave.

A number of grave-looking gentlemen were standing under the portico of the church, looking on with apparent complacency,not one attempting either to check these juvenile Sabbath-breakers, or to allure them to occupations more suitable to the day.

Here they were met by a tall man of grave appearance, about thirty years of age, with a pale face and bald forehead, wearing a white cravat, with corners about ten inches long, stretching out on either side towards the shoulders.

You know what Robert Louis says about married men?that there is no wandering in pleasant bypaths for them, that the road lies long and straight and dusty to the grave.

The grave old clock ticked somewhere in the gloom, A dozen waiting seconds rose and fell Ere his pale dagger flickered in the room, Then quenched its corpse-light in their bosoms' swell 'Thus, dears, I mate you evermore in hell.'

His fins of gold that to and fro Waved and waved so long ago, Still as petals wave and wave To and fro above his grave.

He took a little harlot in his hands, And she made all his veins like boiling oil, Then that grave organ made them cool again.

" Bianca's exquisite face grew calm and grave, and she looked away, and waited some seconds before she spoke.

"Il est bien beau," the Marquise de Chelles observed, her eyes turning from Paul's grave face to her daughter-in-law's vivid countenance.