Mr.Rose Mackrell passed them, and his breezy salutation of the earl was unobserved in my lord's vacant glass optics, as he sketched the scene.

London had report of the sinister tempter and the imperilled young probationer undisguisedly entering the Roman Catholic chapel of a fashionable district-chapel erected on pervert's legacies, down a small street at the corner of a grandee square, by tolerance or connivance of our constabulary,--entering it linked; and linked they issued, their heads bent; for the operation of the tonsure, you would say.

Two English noblemen! But is there no legislation to stop the disease?
Our female government asks it vixenly of our impotent male; which pretends, beneath an air of sympathy, that we should abstain from any compulsory action upon the law to interfere, though the situation is confessedly grave; and the aspect men assume is correspondingly, to the last degree provokingly, grave-half alive that they are, or void of patriotism, or Babylonian at heart! Lord Fleetwood's yet undocked old associates vowed he 'smelt strong' of the fumes of the whirled silver censer-balls.

His disfavour had caused a stoppage of supplies, causing vociferous abomination of their successful rivals, the Romish priests.

Captain Abrane sniffed, loud as a horse, condemnatory as a cat, in speaking of him.