In no time whatever can small critics entirely eradicate out of living men's hearts a certain altogether peculiar collar reverence for Great Men--genuine admiration, loyalty, adora-tion.

At worst, is not this an unjust world, full of nothing but beasts of prey, four-footed or two-footed?

Sarcasm I now see to be, in general, the language of the devil; for which reason I have long since as good as renounced it.

That monstrous tuberosity of civilised life, the capital of England.

Happy season of childhood! Kind Nature, that art to all a bountiful mother; that visitest the poor man's hut With auroral radiance; and for thy nursling hast provided a soft swathing of love and infinite hope wherein he waxes and slumbers, danced round by sweetest dreams!

The press is the fourth estate of the realm.

Foolish men imagine that because judgment for an evil thing is delayed, there is no justice; but only accident here below. Judgment for an evil thing is many times delayed some day or two, some century or two, but it is sure as life, it is sure as death.