It sublimates wine; it sublimates fame; nay, is the creator thereof; it enriches and darkens our spears of the Palm; enriches and enlightens the mind; it ripens cherries and young lips; festoons old ruins, and ivies old heads; imparts a relish to old yams, and a pungency to the Ponderings of old Bardianna; of fables distills truths; and finally, smooths, levels, glosses, softens, melts, and meliorates all things.

Why, my lord, round Mardi itself is all the better for its antiquity, and the more to be revered; to the cozy-minded, more comfortable to dwell in.
Ah! if ever it lay in embryo like a green seed in the pod, what a damp, shapeless thing it must have been, and how unpleasant from the traces of its recent creation.

The first man, quoth old Bardianna, must have felt like one going into a new habitation, where the bamboos are green.

Is there not a legend in Maramma, that his family were long troubled with influenzas and catarrhs ?" "Oh Time, Time, Time!" cried Yoomy--"it is Time, old midsummer Time, that has made the old world what it is.

Time hoared the old mountains, and balded their old summits, and spread the old prairies, and built the old forests, and molded the old vales.