It was as if every second man of the command fell before that withering fire, and in the midst of the tumult of groans, screams, and savage war-whoops could be heard shouts behind us, telling that the rear-guard, who a few moments previous were prating of their bravery, had turned and fled like cowards that they were.

Somebody said lately that the kindergarten people had a certain stock of metaphysical statements to be aired on every occasion, and that they were over-fond of prating about the "being" of the child.

Any thing short of this will be set down as mere prating by every man of common sense.

Hold your prating to the audience: here is honest Mr Williams, just come in, half mellow, from the Rose Tavern.