The other night he had run his buggy in the dark against a lamp-post which was of cast-iron and the lamp-post had broken to pieces.

Am I to be censured if I had little difficulty here in recognizing something akin to the hand of Providence, with Perry Smith the manifest agent?
"Ah, gentlemen," I said, "there is the point.

A little more money and you could have had the indestructible wrought-iron and your bridge would stand against any steamboat.

We never have built and we never will build a cheap bridge.

Ours don't fall." There was a pause; then the president of the bridge company, Mr.
Allison, the great Senator, asked if I would excuse them for a few moments.