Dear, Darling Mimmie
Runners waiting to carry the news
set in early. Thus matters stood at
a deadlock, throttled with an iron grasp.
Her head was drowned in a genuine
London fog. The cylinders were not
working full stroke, though the throttle
was wide open. It blew all the teeth
out, but very commonplace occurrences,
and revealed, he says, a face "very
good-natured and smiling," not unlike
the hair. But it was too late, because
she could find no diminutive in her name
ending in "ie." In all of her operations
she refuses the help of the robuster sex.
What Is Known as the Middle Sands
The survey has been made, making
permanent just below the neck the point
which strayed away from wisdom
and power working at cross-purposes.
An appalling fact, considering one
sunk soon after striking, dragging or raking
the bottom by some talk of epicures'
choice cuts. One man, a stranger, with
mind disposed to undertake growing
berries of different kinds, and sufficient
means several times over, carried in
ballast as dead capital a desolate place,
where all business is sadly affected by
the irregular current and much opposition.
Thank God, I Am Well Now
Rascally bears crowded halls to listen
to his speeches, construed as a whole
and not in parts. Provided the bar can be
inserted, the effect is the same. A hole
is punched, and a cartridge dropped to
the bottom. A low, dull thud, through which
men look out upon the world, judging
the future by the past. It's too often a farce,
a humbug, a snare, a cheat. The scurvy
renegade forced a passage through the ice
gorge, then walks to the next, still as
wild and untutored as the restless spirits.
A great big humbug, you answer, yes.
Look out for bombs, to blow up gossips.
Stephen Kagarise 