But that doughty official spurned the imputation of such weak blandishments, in this day of triumphant retribution.
"Promise him!" said he, "I promised him nothing but the Day of Judgment and Periods of Damnation!" Often since have I rolled beneath my tongue this savory and solemn sentence, and I do not believe that since the days of the Long Parliament there has been a more resounding anathema.
In Colonel Montgomery's hands these up-river raids reached the dignity of a fine art.

His conceptions of foraging were rather more Western and liberal than mine, and on these excursions he fully indemnified himself for any undue abstinence demanded of him when in camp.

I remember being on the wharf, with some naval officers, when he came down from his first trip.

The steamer seemed an animated hen-coop.

Live poultry hung from the foremast shrouds, dead ones from the mainmast, geese hissed from the binnacle, a pig paced the quarter-deck, and a duck's wings were seen fluttering from a line which was wont to sustain duck trousers.