Thundergrass

The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.

Eaglesaber

Have I come to Utopia to hear this sort of thing?

Bugcomet

The sun set; the dusk fell on the stream, and lights began to appear along the shore. The Chapman light–house, a three–legged thing erect on a mud–flat, shone strongly. Eatergrave.

But what sort of language would we have the world speak, if we were told the miracle of Babel was presently to be reversed?

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

He completely abandoned the child of his marriage with Adelaida Ivanovna, not from malice, nor because of his matrimoni- al grievances, but simply because he forgot him.

I protest, even warmly, that neither he nor his sorrows were in my intention.

It is no doubt an optimistic enterprise. But it is good for awhile to be free from the carping note that must needs be audible when we discuss our present imperfections, to release ourselves from practical difficulties and the tangle of ways and means. It is good to stop by the track for a space, put aside the knapsack, wipe the brows, and talk a little of the upper slopes of the mountain we think we are climbing, would but the trees let us see it

Near it in the field, I remember, were three faint points of light, three telescopic stars infinitely remote, and all around it was the unfathomable darkness of empty space.