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The pike-wound in his shoulder was slight, but the effort had been supreme; the sweat poured from his brow, his visage was grey and drawn. Nevertheless, when he had put fifty paces between himself and the buildings of the Arsenal he paused, and turned. He saw that the men had run to other windows which looked that way; and his face lightened and his form dilated with triumph.
But silence, or comparative silence, has been the decree. There must be long hours of suspense when the Field Marshal of the British Army paces the floor of that grey and rose brocade drawing-room; hours when the orders he has given are being translated into terms of action, of death, of wounds, but sometimes thank God! into terms of victory.
I then mounted the cairn, exclaiming: "Who lies 'neath the cairn on the headland hoar, His hand yet holding his broad claymore, Is it Beli, the son of Benlli Gawr?" There stood I on the cairn of the Grey Giant, looking around me.
"What! with that grey head?" "I think it's beautiful," said Gertrude; "but I wish he didn't look so melancholy; it makes me quite sad to see him." "How old should you think he was?" asked Dr. Jeremy. "About fifty," said Mrs. Jeremy. "About thirty," said Gertrude. "A wide difference," remarked Emily. "Doctor, you must decide the point." "Impossible!
"Tawno Chik ? I say, young fellow, I don't like your way of speaking; no, nor your way of looking. You are mad, sir; you are mad; and what's this? Why, your hair is grey! You won't do for the Honourable Company they like red. I'm glad I didn't give you the shilling. Good day to you." "I shouldn't wonder," said I, as I proceeded rapidly along a broad causeway, in the direction of the east, "if Mr.
"Soar on thy manhood clear of those Whose toothless Winter claws at May, And take her as the vein of rose Athwart an evening grey."
It was past midday when he awoke, and the next train, which started late in the afternoon, brought him to Laufingen, just as the last sunset rays were reddening the old grey ruin on the hill, and the towns and river below showed themselves in an enchanted atmosphere of violet haze.
She is dangerously ill with a low, nervous, fever that baffles all my remedies." Dr. Grey walked up and down the room, and Miss Jane pressed her spectacles closer to her nose, and watched him. "If the poor woman leads such a lonely, miserable life, I should think that death would prove a blessed release to her.
This young lady behaved very nicely, but admitted afterwards that she had once or twice been a little at a loss what to say. As when for instance the old lady, with her tender, sad, grey eyes fixed on Miss Torrens, said: "Come near, my dear, that I may see you close."
J. CUYLER, says he will give five dollars, to anyone who will catch and bring back to him "Saman, an old negro man, and grey, and has only one eye." "$25 REWARD. Ranaway, a Negro Woman named MATILDA, aged about 30 or 35 years. Also, on the same night, a Negro Fellow of small size, VERY AGED, stoop-shouldered, who walks VERY DECREPIDLY, is supposed to have gone off.
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