No stream, no wood, no mountain could foreslow / Their hasty pace.

This conduct may probably be uphanded as injurious to my own views ; if it be so, it is at least the natural offspring of my judgment.

We were encircled by a ghostly decrepitude, roads that led to nowhere, canals holding pools of brilliant, stinking water, a few nat-haunted banyan trees, grotesque with old muscled trunks and bearded roots.

Sheets, tablecloths, white gowns, and pocket-handkerchiefs were instantly in demand, and every one, as has been seen, entered, con amore, into the extempore entertainment of Pandemonic Revels.