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They were gone, all, and left no mark behind. I wished to be alone, so I let the other passengers go up to the town, and was quietly pulled ashore in a boat, and left to myself. The recollections and the emotions all were sad, and only sad. Fugit, interea fugit irreparabile tempus. The past was real. The present, all about me, was unreal, unnatural, repellant.

Tempus fugit, which reminds me of a story "Billy" Hallowell once told at a meeting of the American Bar Association in Minneapolis, in 1906. Hallowell was perhaps the most brilliant after-dinner speaker I have ever heard with the possible exception of W. D. Evarts. I shall never forget the speech that Evarts made during the second Blaine campaign. But I digress. Your critic, Mr.

'Yes, sir, a long while; tempus fugit, replied the butler in a low tone, half shutting his eyes. 'I hope to God no accident has happened, continued Mr. Witherington; 'my poor little cousin and her twins! e'en now that I speak, they may be all at the bottom of the sea. 'Yes, sir, replied the butler; 'the sea defrauds many an honest undertaker of his profits.

A stone sun-dial stood upon one of the velvet lawns, engraved with the legend "Tempus fugit," and various creaking basket and beehive chairs stood about, while no tennis net was permitted to desecrate the appearance of complete repose that the green garden presented to the tired town eye. Mrs.

"If it be against your rules to admit me," repeated Butler, in a still louder tone, "to see the prisoner, I beg you will tell me so, and let me go about my business. Fugit irrevocabile tempus!" muttered he to himself.

"Hic faeces varias Veneris, moresque prophanos, Quos natura fugit, me docuisse pudet." Mr. Hunter proceeds: "Messalina's guilty amours with Silius are described with a gay and festive air, with that pride of voluptuousness, and feeling taste of pleasure, as show the writer well versed in court intrigue.

"Tempus fugit that is to say, we have no time to waste. So, marry, boy, venite, exultemus in other words, if thou canst sing, be up and at it. Come, cantate sing, I bid thee, and that instanter if thou canst sing at all." The under-masters and monitors were pushing the boys into their seats. Carew pointed to the stage.

There was a rough stone door on hinges, and a little window high up, and two apertures, through one of which the people announced their gifts to the hermit, and put questions of all sorts to him; and when he chose to answer, his voice came dissonant and monstrous out at another small aperture. On the face of the rock this line was cut Felix qui in Domino nixus ab orbe fugit.

Tempus fugit! The space of but a few brief yesterdays seems to have passed since the occurrence of the following out-of-the-way incidents out-of-the-way, even in our profession, fertile as it is in startling experiences; and yet the faithful and unerring tell-tale and monitor, Anno Domini 1851, instructs me that a quarter of a century has nearly slipped by since the first scene in the complicated play of circumstances opened upon me.

"It was in the year 1445 that's not far short o' four hundred years ago ah! tempus fugit, which is a Latin quotation, my girl, from Horace Walpole, I believe, an' signifies time and tide waits for no man; that's what they calls a free translation, you must know; well, it was in the winter o' 1445 that a certain Alexander Ogilvy of Inverquharity was chosen to act as Chief Justiciar in these parts I suppose that means a kind of upper bailiff, a sort o' bo's'n's mate, to compare great things with small.