But that was when the peril was over.
Admirers of Lord Ormont enjoyed a perusal of a letter addressed by him to the burgess's journal; and so did his detractors.

The printing of it was an act of editorial ruthlessness.

The noble soldier had no mould in his intellectual or educational foundry for the casting of sentences; and the editor's leading type to the letter, without further notice of the writer--who was given a prominent place or scaffolding for the execution of himself publicly, if it pleased him to do that thing--tickled the critical mind.

Lord Ormont wrote intemperately.
His Titanic hurling of blocks against critics did no harm to an enemy skilled in the use of trimmer weapons, notably the fine one of letting big missiles rebound.

He wrote from India, with Indian heat--"curry and capsicums," it was remarked.