Near it in the field, I remember, were three faint points of light, three telescopic stars infinitely remote, and all around it was the unfathomable darkness of empty space.
The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
