A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the game.
He is no lawyer who cannot take two sides.
Not many sounds in life, and I include all urban and all rural sounds, exceed in interest a knock at the door.
Thus, when the lamp that lighted The traveller at first goes out, He feels awhile benighted, And looks around in fear and doubt. But soon, the prospect clearing, By cloudless starlight on he treads, And thinks no lamp so cheering As that light which Heaven sheds.
Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity.
O money, money, how blindly thou hast been worshipped, and how stupidly abused! Thou are health and liberty and strength, and he that has thee may rattle his pockets at the foul fiend!