To Be Struck With His Power, It

Superstition Is The Religion Of Feeble Minds.

The Worthy Gentleman Who Has Been Snatched From Us At The Moment Of The Election, And In The Middle Of The Contest, Whilst His Desires Were As Warm And His Hopes As Eager As Ours, Has Feelingly Told Us What Shadows We Are, And What Shadows We Pursue.

He Was Not Merely A Chip Off The Old Block, But The Old Block Itself.

Writers, Especially When They Act In A Body And With One Direction, Have Great Influence On The Public Mind.

Custom Reconciles Us To Everything.