Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity.
Credulity is the man's weakness, but the child's strength.
Sassafras wood boiled down to a kind of tea, and tempered with an infusion of milk and sugar hath to some a delicacy beyond the China luxury.
My theory is to enjoy life, but my practice is against it.
For thy sake, tobacco, I would do anything but die.
Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.