The heart-sick faintness of the hope delayed!

Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!

Those who follow the banners oreason are like the well-disciplined battalions which, wearing a more sober uniform and making a less dazzling show than the light troops commanded by imagination, enjoy more safety, and even more honor, in the conflicts ohuman life.

"Lambe them, lads! lambe them!" a cant phrase of the time derived from the fate of Dr. Lambe, an astrologer and quack, who was knocked on the head by the rabble in Charles the First's time.

Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.

In prosperous times I have sometimes felt my fancy and powers of language flag, but adversity is to me at least a tonic and bracer.

We are like the herb which flourisheth most when it is most trampled on.