One day, with my arm full of lampoons, I started up as Hilaro entered the room, the tears in my eyes: "Look, look here, Hilaro!--how can I bear all this?
It is impossible to please them; I will leave the government--I cannot bear it! See what pitiful anecdotes--what surmises: I will make my people feel for me--I will leave the government!" "Pshaw!" says Hilaro.

At that simple mono-syllable I found myself changed as if by magic! for I ever looked on Hilaro as a person so experienced--such fortitude, such good sense.

"There are three sails, under the convoy of a frigate," added Hilaro, "just arrived at the Cape, after a fortunate passage, laden with the fudge that we demanded.
No time is to be lost; let it be immediately conducted hither, and distributed through the principal granaries of the empire.".