The spirit of that wonderful country runs like the
elixir of life itself through his veins.
Between them, they actually made Aunt Myra laugh heartily more than once; and Rose did her so much good by letting in the sunshine, singing about the silent house, cooking wholesome messes, and amusing the old lady with funny little lectures on physiology, that she forgot to take her pills and gave up "Mum's
Elixir," because she slept so well, after the long walks and drives she was beguiled into taking, that she needed no narcotic.
Under the guidance of my new preceptors I entered with the greatest diligence into the search of the philosopher's stone and the
elixir of life; but the latter soon obtained my undivided attention.
"In one sense it is," replied Aylmer; "or, rather, the
elixir of immortality.
Like a subtle and mysterious
elixir poured into the perishable clay of successive generations, it grows in truth, splendour, and potency with the march of ages.
The air you breathe is an
elixir which prepares you for the unexpected.
He called it the "
elixir of life"; and he bid me remark (speaking in a strong Scotch accent) that he tasted it himself to show he was in earnest.
Work, Crayford--that's the true
elixir of our life!
It has taken me all these years to find my tipple, Bunny; but here it is, my panacea, my
elixir, my magic philtre!"
The air of the moors, the freedom of home, the dawn of prosperity, acted on Diana and Mary's spirits like some life-giving
elixir: they were gay from morning till noon, and from noon till night.
His first movement was to free himself by a violent push from the encircling arms of his mother, and to rush forward to the casket from whence the count had taken the phial of
elixir; then, without asking permission of any one, he proceeded, in all the wilfulness of a spoiled child unaccustomed to restrain either whims or caprices, to pull the corks out of all the bottles.
'She's got no stomach,' her brother informed me; 'hot things come up again ten minutes after they have gone down her throat; she lives on that beastly mixture, and calls it broth-grog!' Miss Redwood sipped her
elixir of life, and occasionally looked at me with an appearance of interest which I was at a loss to understand.