The bosom friend and her husband were rather indignant at being waked at two o'clock in the morning, but their indignation was mild compared with that of the dreamer on learning that nothing was the matter.

From that day forward a coldness sprang up between the two families.
I would give much to believe in ghosts.

The interest of life would be multiplied by its own square power could we communicate with the myriad dead watching us from their mountain summits.

Mr.Zangwill, in a poem that should live, draws for us a pathetic picture of blind children playing in a garden, laughing, romping.

All their lives they have lived in darkness; they are content.