THE WREATHS Where St. Louis begins to peter out into brick- and limestone-kilns and great scars of unworked and overworked quarries, the first and more unpretentious of its suburbs take upBenson, Maplehurst, and Ridgeway Heights intervening with one-story brick cottages and two-story packing-casesbetween the smoke of the city and the carefully parked Queen Anne quietude of Glenwood and Croton Grove.

These random thoughts may serve to indicate to the true seeker new and unworked mines of rhythmic ore.

And that "Lucy" book hidden in her desk was the cause of it; she had taken it out for just one delicious moment, and the moment had extended itself into an hour and a half, and the spelling lesson was unlearned and the three hard examples in complex fractions unworked.

Morocco has its mines of gold, silver, lead, iron, tin, sulphur, mineral, salt, and antimony; but nearly all are neglected, or unworked.

While annals, tales and poetry have found editors the Lives of Irish Saints have remained largely a mine unworked.

But now behold another grub-hunter, which, distasting mud, has discovered an unworked mine in the trunks of trees.

While annals, tales and poetry have found editors the Lives of Irish Saints have remained largely a mine unworked.

But there was lying in him, crude and unworked, a whole mine of those artistic feelings and perceptions which are awakened and developed only by the touch of beauty.

If my book is read by any of those official or unofficial thinkers, I would urge that the study of human nature in politics, if ever it comes to be undertaken by the united and organised efforts of hundreds of learned men, may not only deepen and widen our knowledge of political institutions, but open an unworked mine of political invention.

Behind the door he espied a large unworked stone, weighing about fifty pounds, which lay close up against the hoarding.

One of the most popular novelists of our day assured me, that, in his opinion, the richest unworked vein for his craft, available in these days of civilized uniformity, is artist-life at Rome, to one thoroughly cognizant of its humors and aspirations, its interiors and vagrancies, its self-denials and its resources.

It is a strange oversight, and I would respectfully suggest to any aspiring writer who has the reverie faculty, that there is here an unworked field of boundless extent.

There are unworked mines of gold, magnetite, and sulphur.

Who amongst us pays attention to rough marble or to unworked ebony?