And in the afternoon they entered a land - but such a land! A land hung in mourning, darkened by gigantic cypresses, submerged; a land of reptiles, silence, shadow, decay.
– George Washington Cable
Everybody knows the Lord loveth a cheerful giver.
– George Washington Cable
For summer there, bear in mind, is a loitering gossip, that only begins to talk of leaving when September rises to go.
– George Washington Cable
It was in the Theatre St. Philippe (they has laid a temporary floor over the parquette seats) in the city we now call New Orleans, in the month of September, and in the year 1803.
– George Washington Cable
There came to port last Sunday night the queerest little craft, without an inch of rigging on; I looked and looked - and laughed. It seemed so curious that she should cross the unknown water, and moor herself within my room - my daughter! O my daughter!