Parent Of Sweetest Sounds, Yet Mute Forever.

We Hardly Know An Instance Of The Strength And Weakness Of Human Nature So Striking And So Grotesque As The Character Of This Haughty, Vigilant, Resolute, Sagacious Blue-stocking, Half Mithridates And Half Trissotin, Bearing Up Against A World In Arms, With An Ounce Of Poison In One Pocket And A Quire Of Bad Verses In The Other.

The Impenetrable Stupidity Of Prince George (son-in-law Of James Ii) Served His Turn. It Was His Habit, When Any News Was Told Him, To Exclaim, "est Il Possible?"-"is It Possible?"

Then None Was For A Party; Than All Were For The State; Then The Great Man Helped The Poor, And The Poor Man Loved The Great: Then Lands Were Fairly Portioned; Then Spoils Were Fairly Sold: The Romans Were Like Brothers In The Brave Days Of Old.

A Few More Days, And This Essay Will Follow The Defensio Populi To The Dust And Silence Of The Upper Shelf... For A Month Or Two It Will Occupy A Few Minutes Of Chat In Every Drawing-room, And A Few Columns In Every Magazine; And It Will Then Be Withdrawn, To Make Room For The Forthcoming Novelties.

A Man Who Should Act, For One Day, On The Supposition That All The People About Him Were Influenced By The Religion Which They Professed Would Find Himself Ruined By Night.