I think the Devon and the Jersey carry with their milk more of the butteraceous quality than any other class of animals we have.

In this march to the City of the Dead," scores upon scores of the best musical organizations of the nation were in line, whose funeral dirges cadenced' the great wail of a bereft people.

Without the ball, he was often the furthest player forward, harrying Raphaël Varane and Éder Militão and cutting off the supply to Casemiro (all of whom had wretched games). When City won the ball, meanwhile, he dropped back, slipping between the lines, demanding the ball and laying it off economically.

It often fals, in course of common life, / That right long time is overborne of wrong […].