I knelt on the grass and kissed the earth and with quivering lips exclaimed, "By the sacred earth on which I kneel, by the shades that wander near me, by the deep and eternal grief that I feel, I swear; and by thee, O Night, and the spirits that preside over thee, to pursue the daemon who caused this misery, until he or I shall perish in mortal conflict.
(*) "Guilds or societies," "in arti o in tribu."
The Honest Tradesman T o the eyes of Mr. Jeremiah Cruncher, sitting on his stool in Fleet-street with his grisly urchin beside him, a vast number and variety of objects in movement were every day presented.
“O me, O me!
“And, O my dearest Love!”
And O the long, long night, with no return of her father and no tidings!
The Shadow O ne of the first considerations which arose in the business mind of Mr. Lorry when business hours came round, was this:—that he had no right to imperil Tellson’s by sheltering the wife of an emigrant prisoner under the Bank roof.
The Wood-Sawyer O ne year and three months.
Liberty, equality, fraternity, or death;—the last, much the easiest to bestow, O Guillotine!