EXATION of spirit"—that is the part that belongs to us; we leave the "vanity" to the women.
Vanecourt, in L. Oliphant's Piccadilly.
WATCHED her as she stoop'd to pluck
A wild flower in her hair to twine;
And wish'd that it had been my luck
To call her mine.
Anon I heard her rate, with mad
Mad words, her babe within its cot;
And felt particularly glad
That it had not.
C. S. Calverley, Fly Leaves.
RACTICE does not always make perfect. Curran, when told by his physician that he seemed to cough with more difficulty, replied, "That is odd enough, for I have been practising all night."
Horace Smith, The Tin Trumpet.
