Having been, for several years, a director on the Birmingham and London Railway, I felt some interest in these inquiries, and came to the conclusion, that there are several arrangements of economy, and some of convenience, in the construction and working of railways, which the English might borrow with advantage from the United States.
Old Tom Rounding is the frontispiece, in a cosy chair, and glass in hand--framed with foxes', and Towler and Jowler's heads, antlers, &c. The rich twinkle of Tom's eye, and the benevolent rotundity of his form, are admirable.
it has come to be my only food: And, as a lover of the Indian weed Steals to a self-indulgent solitude, To draw the dreamy sweetness from its root, So from the strong blithe world of valorous deed I steal away to suck this singing weed; And while the morning gathers up its strength, And while the noonday runneth on in might, Until the shadows and the evening light Come and awake me with a fear at length, Prone in some hankering covert hid away, Fain am I still my piping to prolong, And for the largess of a bounteous day Dare pay my maker with a paltry song.
It often happens that while the father of a family needs his dinner when he comes home in the evening, it is necessary to provide a mid-day dinner for the others, especially if children are included.
Sheila held out her hand to Mr. James Greely, who took it with a surprised and dazzled look.
So long as we remained in France his humour was like this, delicate and expansive, but an accidental allusion led us across the Channel when he changed.
Simpson, puzzled, amazed, and a little scared at last, had barely time to notice the position before it dissolved.
My friend, how long since did you sell that bag?
On the evening of the day when she was buried, a rich man went, not to Pilate, but to the cure of the place.
It must have been her hand that had struck down the old man, yet she had made no effort to release Turan from his prison.
And then he followed them with his swift, light step, and pausing upon the threshold, looked into the open room, his gaze first seeking Ruth.
I.--Nobody's Children A letter from America, bearing a New Orleans stamp, had an extraordinary effect on the spirits of the Vanstone family as they sat round the breakfast table at Coome-Raven, in West Somersetshire.
I have not said a word of that kind.
Mrs. Silk shook her head at him, and, after punching up his pillow, took an easy chair by the fire and sat there musing.
This unwonted cry sent a thrill through the heart of everyone, and hurrying on deck we found the vessel hove flat aback, with all her studding sails set; for the boy who was at the helm left it to throw something overboard, and the carpenter, who was an old sailor, knowing that the wind was light, put the helm down and hove her aback.
The Colonel stood, fists at his sides, arrested by that name Pitcairn.
"Yes," said Blake, "we are going--" As he spoke there came in through the window a puff of air, that scattered the papers on the table.
The time of our visit was in the dry season, which lasts from October till April, and alternates with the wet one, from May till September.
He lived in occasional contact with Parisian notabilities (all of them except Madame de Stael forgotten now), all summer, diligently surveying his ground;--returned for his family, who were still in Wales but ready to move, in the beginning of August; took them immediately across with him; a house in the neighborhood of Paris, in the pleasant village of Passy at once town and country, being now ready; and so, under foreign skies, again set up his household there.