One would say that in the present state of society the simple blessing of life is esteemed by man of little value.
There now remained but one house at the top of the city, which the flames surrounded in such a manner that it was impossible to extinguish them, and more impossible to enter it.

The inhabitants of Ancona had manifested so little concern for this house, that the English sailors, not believing it to be inhabited, had dragged their pumps towards the harbour.

Oswald himself, stunned by the cries of those who surrounded him and solicited his aid, had not paid attention to it.

The fire had extended the latest to that quarter, but had made considerable progress there.

Lord Nelville demanded so impatiently what house that was, that at length a man informed him it was the madhouse.