Missionaries are perfect nuisances and leave every place worse than they found it.

Keep out of Chancery. It's being ground to bits in a slow mill; it's being roasted at a slow fire; it's being stung to death by single bees; it's being drowned by drops; it's going mad by grains.

Houses were knocked down; streets broken through and stopped; deep pits and trenches dug in the ground; enormous heaps of earth and clay thrown up; buildings that were undermined and shaking, propped by great beams of wood. In short, the yet unfinished and unopened Railroad was in progress.

You have been the last dream of my soul.

I do not know the American gentleman, God forgive me for putting two such words together.

Skewered through and through with office-pens, and bound hand and foot with red tape.

The secret was such an old one now, had so grown into me and become a part of myself, that I could not tear it away.