We should so organize our rank and mobilize our forces that our influence may not be dissipated before the advancing hosts of quackery and ignorance. This we can do effectively if only the wise and successful ones among our leaders can be induced to forgo the dolce far niente of the noontime of their lives.

Cecil Spenser's society—who soon shewed he could understand and enter into his views—became a source of great gratification, and his young countryman was almost domesticated at the palazzo.

Antimonarchical sentiment threatened to sweep away the last vestige of royal prerogative.

“Hi, there,” said Sushi. “Can you tell me the name of this town?” “Damfino,” said the man, not bothering to remove the pipe from his mouth.