Last Christmas Eve the Pines Express arrived at Bath behind an ill-assorted combination of locomotives.

Stands of staghorn coral were bleaching white.

[…] I return'd with ſimular proofe enough, / To make the Noble Leonatus mad, / By wounding his beleefe in her Renowne, / With tokens thus, and thus: auerring notes / Of Chamber-hanging, Pictures, this her Bracelet / (Oh cunning how I got) nay ſome markes / Of ſecret on her perſon, that he could not / But thinke her bond of Chaſtity quite crack'd, / I hauing tane the forfeyt.

companying with Infidels may not be simply condemned