A man of fortune, who lives in London, may, in plays, operas, routs, assemblies, French cookery, French sauces, and French wines, spend as much yearly, as he could do, were he to live in the most hospitable manner at his seat in the country.

Thou art all for inlandish meat, and outlandish sawces […]

Having crossed the Caribbean in the teeth of contrary winds, it was not until the early days of April that the French fleet hove in sight of Cartagena […]

Next morning at breakfast the supposed vultureling is found to be subdued and silent, […]