She had, with his guidance, driven a locomotive across a shaking, half-braced bridge, fired a heavy blasting shot, and caught big gray trout from his canoe.

They made me think of great frightened rabbits, with their long ears and half-inquisitive, half- frightened looks; the true denizens of the forest, (I saw at once,) filling a vacuum which now first I discovered had not been filled for me, moose-men, wood-eaters, the word is said to mean,clad in a sort of Vermont gray, or homespun.

It was a brownish black, or perhaps a dark iron-gray, on the back and sides, but lighter beneath and in front.

Think of a monster barn in that primitive forest lifting its gray back above the tree-tops!

" While thus he spoke the mantle that he wore he cast away; 'Twas green, 'twas striped with red and white, 'twas lined with dismal gray.

"Best suits my fate, best suits the hue, in this misfortune's day; Not green, not white nor purple, but the palmer's garb of gray.

On being scolded by his first nurse for having soiled a dress, without uttering a word he tore it from top to seam, as he had seen his mother tear her caps and gowns; but her sister and successor in office, May Gray, acquired and retained a hold over his affections, to which he has borne grateful testimony.

The departure at a somewhat earlier date of May Gray for her native country, gave rise to evidence of another kind of affection.

On the way Byron heard the intelligence, and wrote to Dr. Pigot: "I now feel the truth of Gray's observation, that we can only have one mother.

As jolly a beggar was he as ever trod the lanes and byways of Nottinghamshire, for his eyes were as gray as slate, and snapped and twinkled and danced with merriment, and his black hair curled close all over his head in little rings of kinkiness.

In his return to London he paid that memorable visit to lady Jane Gray, in which he found her reading the Phasdo in Greek, as he has related in his Schoolmaster.

Gray's more regular debates succeeded.

As the gray dawn melted into the rosy hues of sunrise, many a brave man within that fort looked up for the last time, as he thought, but still with no unmanly fear, only with that sad feeling which the boldest will experience when he sees himself about to be immolated.

He was tall, straight, broad-shouldered, with hair once chestnut, but now almost gray.

About two hundred yards directly in front of their position, lay a large dapple gray horse, which was said to have belonged to Packenham.

Though a young man, there are gray hairs in my head, for it has been a living death since that night, Morgianna.

He only placed his hand tenderly on the boy's head, and they both sat, in silence, looking out through the open door, until the pink clouds in the western sky had faded into gray, and the deepening twilight wrapped the landscape, fold on fold, in an ever thickening veil.

But Ralph did not go to sleep again that night, and when the first gray light of the dawning day came in at the cottage window he arose.

But when summer came, and the cool breeze floated across through the open places at the head, and one could look down always on the green fields far below, and the blossoming gardens, and the gray-roofed city, and the shining waters of the Lackawanna, winding southward, and the wooded hills rising like green waves to touch the far blue line of mountain peaks, ah, then it was a pleasant place to work in.

On the inside, where the leather had chafed the side of the horse, there was a dirty gray coating, the accumulation of the dust and sweat of many a ride.

Gradually Sinclair understood the meaning of that glance and the gesture of the sheriff, as the latter left; he read other things in the gray pallor of Arizona, and in the fallen head.

The gray outlines of the Escorial are scarcely distinguishable from those of the dusky hills amid which it stands.

Her turban and muff were of deep gray lynx fur.

For a brief interval her gaze was steady and clear; then the flush deepened in her cheeks; her long lashes drooped as the cold gray of Howland's eyes met hers in unflinching challenge, and she turned to her tea.

He lacked finesse, and now he spoke boldly and to the point, the honest candor of his gray eyes shining full on the girl.

Forsake me not, O God, in mine old age, when I am grey-headed; until I have showed Thy strength unto this generation, and Thy power to all them which are yet for to come.

With free leave Henry every day Thither repairs, until she heard Him talking of a fine grey bird.

Under a dull, thick sky the sea ran in heavy swells, greasy and grey.

The fog clung about the vessel, Lanyard thought, like dull grey cotton wool.

And there I wait the while the sacrifice Is slain before me; then down with a swoop I get me from my skyey throne, and dye Deep in the ruddy stream my talons grey Hurrah!

There is a little dove that sits Between the arches all alone, Cut and carved in old grey stone, And a spider o'er it flits: Round and round his web is spun, With the still bird looking through, From among the beads of dew, Set in glories of the sun.

Then the bells for matins ring, And the grey friars past it go, Into church in double row, And it hears the chaunts they sing.

Round the old grey spire in the evening calm, No more they circle in sportive glee, Hearing the hum of the vesper psalm, And the swell of the organ so far below; But far, far away, over land and sea, In the still mid-air the swift Passage-birds go.

The first faint streak of the morning glows, Like the feeble blush on the budding rose; And in long grey lines the clouds divide, And march away with retreating Night, Whilst the bright gleams of victorious Light, Follow them goldenly far and wide:

The Grey-beard Winter sat alone and still, Locking his treasures in the flinty earth; And like a miser comfortless and chill, Frown'd upon pleasure and rejected mirth; But Spring came, gentle Spring, the young, the fair, And with her smiles subdued his frosty heart, So that for very joy to see her there, His soul, relenting, play'd the lover's part;

The Midnight Sun rose like an angry god, Girt round with clouds, through which a lurid glow Fev'rously trembled to the waves below, And smote the waters with a fiery rod; Above, the glory circled up the sky, Fainter and fainter to the sullen grey, Till the black under-drift of clouds away Went with the gathering wind, and let it die.

No other shape of man or beast in view, Dull grey the sky, and moaning low the wind.

" And all the land was desolate and waste; The fields stood rotting 'neath the Autumn rains, And no man pluckt the sodden corn that lay, Dead ripe, along the furrows 'mid the weeds; No cattle browsed upon the long rank grass, Or paused to gaze upon him as he rode; The cottages, deserted all in haste, Stood open-door'd and rifted by the winds, With cold grey ashes scatter'd o'er the hearth.

Above the land Grey shadows stretch out, still and cold, Flinging o'er water, wood, and wold, Mysterious shapes, whose ghastly hand Presses down sorrow on the heart, And silence on the lips that part.

Winds are sighing round the drooping eaves; Sadly float the midnight hours away; Dun and grey athwart the ivy-leaves, Fall the first pale chilly tints of day, Ah me!

turn Grey beard and hair.

By Elinor's grey eye, she's fair indeed.

Off with these silks; my garments shall be grey, My shirt hard hair; my bed the ashy dust; My pillow but a lump of hard'ned clay: For clay I am, and with clay I must.

There was blood on my brown boots, too, and the grey tweed clothes which I had not had time to change since arriving in Paris.

Any car could be powerful and well made; every car should be, or you would not pay for it; but she had never seen one before with such heavenly little arrangements for luggage and lunch; while as for the gold toilet things, in a pale grey suède case, they were beyond words, and she must have themthe motor also, of course, since it went with them.

[104] Cockburn (Life of Jeffrey, i. 182) writing of the beginning of this century, describes how the General Assembly 'met in those days, as it had done for about 200 years, in one of the aisles of the then grey and venerable cathedral of St. Giles.

Mr. Maclaurin's epitaph, as engraved on a marble tomb-stone, in the Grey-Friars church-yard, Edinburgh: Infra situs est COLIN MACLAURIN, Mathes.

She turned to Victor with grey eyes shining and resolute.

Have you any fault to find with that?" Olive returned his look steadily with her cold grey eyes while she considered his words.

It looked haggard and grey, as if a withering hand had touched him and shorn away his youth.