W. H. Harrison, University Magazine.
HE old, old tale! ay, there's the smart;
Her heart, or what she call'd her heart,
Was hard as granite:
Who breaks a heart, and then omits
To gather up the broken bits
Is heartless, Janet.
Frederick Locker, London Lyrics.
HE French don't know what they want, and will never be satisfied till they get it.
William Harness, Life.
HE played the accordion divinely—accordionly I praised her.