Glassfate

The sun set; the dusk fell on the stream, and lights began to appear along the shore. The Chapman light–house, a three–legged thing erect on a mud–flat, shone strongly.

Cubapple

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!

Snarlmint

But what sort of language would we have the world speak, if we were told the miracle of Babel was presently to be reversed? Swishermesquite.

The secular cooling that must someday overtake our planet has already gone far indeed with our neighbour.

The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.