A MAN FEARED A man feared that he might find an assassin; Another that he might find a victim. One was more wise than the other.

A very little boy stood upon a heap of gravel for the honour of Rum Alley. He was throwing stones at howling urchins from Devil's Row, who were circling madly about the heap and pelting him. His infantile countenance was livid with the fury of battle. His small body was writhing in the delivery of oaths.

The red sun was pasted in the sky like a wafer.

In the swirling rain that came at dusk the broad avenue glistened with that deep bluish tint which is so widely condemned when it is put into pictures.

Think as I think," said a man, "or you are abominably wicked; you are a toad." And after I thought of it, I said, "I will, then, be a toad.

Doubtless there are other roads.

He saw that it was an ironical thing for him to be running thus toward that which he had been at such pains to avoid.