I thank you for it, and pray that God will bless you.
To what end, pray, is so much stone hammered?
"Pray tell me anything new that has happened to a man anywhere on this globe"--and he reads it over his coffee and rolls, that a man has had his eyes gouged out this morning on the Wachito River; never dreaming the while that he lives in the dark unfathomed mammoth cave of this world, and has but the rudiment of an eye himself.
Respected Jury and dearly beloved Ozma, I pray you not to judge this feline prisoner unfeelingly.
"Let the Public Accuser continue," called Ozma from her throne, "and I pray you do not interrupt him."