Better sma’ fish than nane. Sc.

Verzeihn ist leicht, allein vergessen schwer—To forgive is easy, but to forget hard. Behind every mountain lies a vale. Dut. I have read a dialogue of Plato,—[The Phaedrus.]—of the like motley and fantastic composition, the beginning about love, and all the rest to the end about rhetoric; they fear not these variations, and have a marvellous grace in letting themselves be carried away at the pleasure of the wind, or at least to seem as if they were. He had already sent me word to be ready, as soon as the ship touched the pier, to put the regiment aboard her. Merritt drove them north to the Appomattox River.

Such as, according to our common way of teaching, undertake, with one and the same lesson, and the same measure of direction, to instruct several boys of differing and unequal capacities, are infinitely mistaken; and ‘tis no wonder, if in a whole multitude of scholars, there are not found above two or three who bring away any good account of their time and discipline. There, pretty sure that Fairfax was intending to go westward, he spent the time as though nothing had been amiss, hunting like his father, when he should have been studying the retrieval of his affairs, and passing the evenings in entertainments and giving of audiences. Had Princess Mary been capable of reflection at that moment, she would have been more surprised than Mademoiselle Bourienne at the change that had taken place in herself. The fate of Ben Jonson (b., 1574; d., 1637) has been nearly the same. He resolved therefore to have it printed.

In the tenth and eleventh years the chronicle first notes the omission of the Feast of Bel in exactly the same terms as in the case of the seventh and ninth years, and when the narration begins we find ourselves in the seventeenth and last year of the reign of Nabonidus (539 B.C.). The steady valour of the Roundheads astonished the Cavaliers. General Sigel, who was in command of our forces there, retreated across the Potomac at Shepherdtown; and General Weber, commanding at Harper’s Ferry, crossed the occupied Hagerstown, moving a strong column towards Frederick City. We were silent again for a while, and it was during this time that I found myself lying with my head in his lap. from the flowers of Salvia officinalis, is yellowish, with an odor somewhat similar to that of oil of peppermint, but far less intense.