Charles Dickens

Horatio looked handsomely miserable, like Hamlet slipping on a
piece of orange-peel.

Horatio looked handsomely miserable, like Hamlet slipping on a
piece of orange-peel.

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.

Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship;
and pass the rosy wine.

Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship;
and pass the rosy wine.

Subdue your appetites, my dears, and you've conquered human nature.

Subdue your appetites, my dears, and you've conquered human nature.

Secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.

Secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.