England, with all thy faults I love thee still, My country!
[My kitten's] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
My soul is sick with every day's report of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
Could he with reason murmur at his case, Himself sole author of his own disgrace?
[My kitten] is dressed in a tortoise-shell suit, and I know you will delight in her.
Lights of the world, and stars of human race.