Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands.

For if either the Story move us, or the Actor help the lameneſs of it with his performance, or now and then a glittering beam of wit or paſſion ſtrike through the obſcurity of the Poem, any of theſe are ſufficient to effect a preſent liking[…].

In their Louisville apartment he and his wife, Debi, have installed a 14-week-old “bagel” hound named Fleur — part beagle, part basset, and all puppy.

There is surely a closer and more obvious connection between Battens and triangular candlesticks than between Battens and portscullis. (This plural is my own and will not be found in Larousse). If the term “portcullis” had to be brought into the French theatre, it would—I should have thought—have been more likely to be applied to flown scenery, tabs, sky borders and suchlike. Surely a cut cloth would give a much better representation of a portcullis than would a row of smelly little lamps? And he admits the use of “coulisse” in connection with sliding scenery.