The moonlight was bright this night; playing the part of a miniature sun as it reflected off the white faces of the Caucasian troops, but failing to reveal those of the darker persuasion. One thing, Charlie can see them better than he can see me.

Special arrangements will be made, we understand, to obviate the dire necessity of the costermonger having to consume his (s) moke! Smoke, it is admitted, is sootable for many purposes; but the wisest plan is virtually the most “fuelish", viz. to burn it as additional fuel.

The wilderness abounds in traps.

His play has improved a lot this season.