We were beset by a horde of street vendors who thought we were tourists and would buy their cheap souvenirs.

If you direct me, on your authority as a priest of our Church, to renounce these acquaintances as dangerous, and to put by all the books of Dissenters, I am here, ready, from this moment, to obey. It shall be my New Year's resolution.

Mr. G. S. Melland, of Lime-street, London, who has distinguished himself among our makers of firearms, has brought out a gunpaper to supersede our old gunpowder.

[…] he laments that he can find no physiological phenomenon answering to his subject’s winning a race, or losing it. Between his terminal output of energy and his victory or defeat there is a mysterious crevasse. Physiology is baffled.