W. Irwing

Cited as W. Irwing. — 7 quotations

At a loss to comprehend the question.

The eye is deligh by a continental succession of small landscapes.

The fiery spirit of his forefathers.

They threw out flankers, and endeavored to dislodge their assailants.

A cold-looking, formal garden, cut into angles and rhomboids.

Heartless and melancholy.

A sure sign that his master was courting, or, as it is termed, sparking, within.