Charles Dickens

There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear
to them except in the form of read more

There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear
to them except in the form of bread.

"Never see . . . a dead post-boy, did you?" inquired
Sam. . . . "No," rejoined Bob, "I read more

"Never see . . . a dead post-boy, did you?" inquired
Sam. . . . "No," rejoined Bob, "I never did." "No!" rejoined Sam
triumphantly. "Nor never vill; and there's another thing that no
man never see, and that's a dead donkey."

Called me wessel, Sammy--a wessel of wrath.

Called me wessel, Sammy--a wessel of wrath.

"There are strings," said Mr. Tappertit, ". . . in the human heart
that had better not be wibrated."

"There are strings," said Mr. Tappertit, ". . . in the human heart
that had better not be wibrated."

If the parks be "the lungs of London" we wonder what Greenwich
Fair is--a periodical breaking out, we suppose--a read more

If the parks be "the lungs of London" we wonder what Greenwich
Fair is--a periodical breaking out, we suppose--a sort of spring
rash.