Caught him, by Jove, just as he topped the stone.

Hullo! Pontac is still on the point.

Slip in two more cartridges.

Oh, a leash this time! bang! bang! and down come a brace of them--two brace of partridges without moving a yard.
Life has joys for all men, but, I verily believe, it has no joy to compare to that of the moderate shot and earnest sportsman when he has just killed half a dozen driven partridges without a miss, or ten rocketing pheasants with eleven cartridges, or, better still, a couple of woodcock right and left.

Sweet to the politician are the cheers that announce the triumph of his cause and of himself; sweet to the desponding writer is the unexpected public recognition by reviewers of talents with which previously nobody had been much impressed; sweet to all men are the light of women's eyes and the touch of women's lips.