The clouds were drifting over the moon at their giddiest speed, at one time wholly obscuring her, at another, suffering her to burst forth in full splendor and shed her light on all the objects around; anon, driving over her again, with increased velocity, and shrouding everything in darkness.

I stole her heart away and put ice in its place.

Christmas was close at hand, in all his bluff and hearty honesty; it was the season of hospitality, merriment, and open-heartedness; the old year was preparing, like an ancient philosopher, to call his friends around him, and amidst the sound of feasting and revelry to pass gently and calmly away.

Christmas may not bring a single thing; still, it gives me a song to sing.

I believe the spreading of Catholicism to be the most horrible means of political and social degradation left in the world.

You are in every line I have ever read.

It's over, and can't be helped, and that's one consolation, as they always say in Turkey, when they cut the wrong man's head off.