All Bayonets Are Bad.

Utopia's Quite Another Land; In Her Enterprising Movements, She Is England--with Improvements

For Duty, Duty Must Be Done; The Rule Applies To Everyone.

Merely Corroborative Detail, Intended To Give Artistic Verisimilitude To An Otherwise Bald And Unconvincing Narrative.

My Family Pride Is Something Inconceivable. I Can't Help It. I Was Born Sneering.

Strike The Concertina's Melancholy String! Blow The Spirit-stirring Harp Like Any Thing! Let The Piano's Martial Blast Rouse The Echoes Of The Past