Few can possibly have forgotten the terrible storm from the northeast, in the middle of the equinox of that year.
It contained about a hundred of these lines, with the letters at even distances, and undivided into words.
The End of a much-applauded Speech. The Presentation of Dr. Samuel Ferguson. Excelsior. Full-length Portrait of the Doctor. A Fatalist convinced. A Dinner at the Travellers’ Club. Several Toasts for the Occasion.
Mere tradesmen jumped their counters to become extempore captains, colonels, and generals without having passed the Military School at West Point; they soon rivalled their colleagues of the old continent, and, like them, gained victories by dint of lavishing bullets,…