Everybody knows the Lord loveth a cheerful giver.

For summer there, bear in mind, is a loitering gossip, that only begins to talk of leaving when September rises to go.

It was in the Theatre St. Philippe (they has laid a temporary floor over the parquette seats) in the city we now call New Orleans, in the month of September, and in the year 1803.

Did I say the book of nature is a catechism? Yes, But, after it answers the first question with "God," nothing but questions follow.

Everybody knows the Lord loveth a cheerful giver.

And in the afternoon they entered a land - but such a land! A land hung in mourning, darkened by gigantic cypresses, submerged; a land of reptiles, silence, shadow, decay.