It was a foggy day in London, and the fog was heavy and dark. Animate London, with smarting eyes and irritated lungs, was blinking, wheezing, and choking; inanimate London was a sooty spectre, divided in purpose between being visible and invisible, and so being wholly neither.

Can I view thee panting, lying On thy stomach, without sighing; Can I unmoved see thee dying On a log Expiring frog!

"Madam," replied Mr. Micawber, "it is my intention to register such a vow on the virgin page of the future."

if the world go wrong, it was, in some off-hand manner, never meant to go right.

The first rule of business is: Do other men for they would do you

The bearings of this observation lays in the application of it.

The year end brings no greater pleasure then the opportunity to express to you season's greetings and good wishes. May your holidays and new year be filled with joy.