Horrible was now my condition, as the wind freshed up more and more.

By the sixth crowd — this time a speaker was advocating autosexuality and masturbation — the overcoat was back on, but reversed. It had been a light brown coat when he had met with Charlie, but he left the autosexuals wearing a light blue ...

Of all varieties of poetry, the Ballad, in the form which it affects among us, in distinction to other countries, is, perhaps, one of the most attractive.

The honour done to our religion ultimately redounds to God, the author of it.