The pilasters reaching down were adorned with a glistering substance (I know not what) under glass (as it seemed), resembling—a homely fancy, but I judged it to be sugar-candy; yet to my raised imagination, divested of its homelier qualities, it appeared a glorified candy.
My First Play.
Presents, I often say, endear absents.
A Dissertation upon Roast Pig.
It argues an insensibility.
A Dissertation upon Roast Pig.
Books which are no books.
Detached Thoughts on Books.
Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.
Amicus Redivivus.