To sleep at your post! shame on you! Had you been a sentinel in time…

I know something about the monkey tribes, but I cannot say that at this moment I remember any particular habit of which we might avail ourselves.

If I go to sleep and the fires die down, who knows but wild beasts may come upon us and kill us before we can seize our arms.

Oh no! not at all; perfectly well—never was better in my life,” he said, becoming all at once preternaturally grave.

I look'd far back into the past, and lo! in bright array, I saw, as in a dream, the forms of ages pass'd away. It was a stately convent, with its old and lofty walls, And gardens with their broad green walks, where soft the footstep falls.

On the morning of January 11th, 1860, I passed, for the eighth time, through the Golden Gate... As the shores of California faded in the distance, and the summits of the Coast Range sank under the blue horizon, I bade farewell — yes, I do …

Tho’ sickness yet a while forbears, Yet time destroys what sickness spares; Now Helen lives alone in fame And Cleopatra's but a name; Time must indent that heav'nly brow, And thou must be what they are now.