Ah, Mr.
Beamish, pictures are ours, when we have bought them and hung them up; but who insures us possession of a beautiful work of Nature?
I have latterly betaken me to reflect much and seriously.

I am tempted to side with the Divines in the sermons I have read; the flesh is the habitation of a rebellious devil.' 'To whom we object in proportion as we ourselves become quit of him,' Mr.Beamish acquiesced.
'But this mania of young people for pleasure, eternal pleasure, is one of the wonders.

It does not pall on them; they are insatiate.' 'There is the cataract, and there is the cliff.

Potentate to potentate, duke--so long as you are on my territory, be it understood.

Upon my way to a place of worship once, I passed a Puritan, who was complaining of a butterfly that fluttered prettily abroad in desecration of the Day of Rest.