In employing fiction to make truth clear and goodness attractive, we are only following the example which every Christian ought to propose to himself.

Even Holland and Spain have been positively, though not relatively, advancing.

The Spartan, smiting and spurning the wretched Helot, moves our disgust. But the same Spartan, calmly dressing his hair, and uttering his concise jests, on what the well knows to be his last day, in the pass of Thermopylae, is not to be contemplated without admiration.

We know no spectacle so ridiculous as the British public in one of its periodical fits of morality.

A few more years will destroy whatever yet remains of that magical potency which once belonged to the name of Byron.

The Puritan hated bear-baiting, not because it gave pain to the bear, but because it gave pleasure to the spectators.

Ye diners out from whom we guard our spoons.