... the crush of the sons of Anak. Crowned heads in silk chimney pots met one at every turn, and Grand Dukes were as thick as blackberries in September. The Queen seemed happy, and literally distilled graciousness around her. I hear that tho Queen has expressed ...

... there be narrow-minded, shortsighted diggers who, when they have found a new belch act like school-boys who have come upon a blackberry bush—want to have it all to thenisel es, and try to keep off a rush, when, if the field is really geed for anyth ng, a rust ...