Struck dead by an angel of God! Yet the angel must hang!
To a sensitive being, pity is not seldom pain.
Hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple dumpling.
Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more?
The further our civilization advances upon its present lines so much the cheaper sort of thing does "fame" become, especially of the literary sort. This species of "fame" a waggish acquaintance says can be manufactured to order, and sometimes is so manufactured.
Students of history are horror-struck at the massacres of old; but in the shambles, men are being murdered to-day.