The country about Nuncombe Putney is perhaps as pretty as any in England. It is beyond the river Teign, between that and Dartmoor, and is so lovely in all its variations of rivers, rivulets, broken ground, hills and dales, old broken, battered, time-worn timber, green knolls, rich pastures, and heathy common, that the wonder is that English lovers of scenery know so little of it.

In the wide plains that lay between the border forests of Russia and Austria, sotnias of Cossacks galloped about, uniformed winds in military order, mounted on the short, nippy horses of their native steppes […].

[Edward] Young's Satires have been quite eclipsed by the fame of his Night Thoughts; a work the sublimity and dark splendour of which is fleaked with the wit and fancy which were essential constituents of his mind.

Solvers must not only complete the diagram but also send in a Printer's Devilry clue to the Keyword in the Playfair Square.