Laudatory articles upon the soldierly 'march past' of our volunteers permit of a spell of soft repose, deeper than prudent, at the end of it, India and Ireland consenting.
So much for a passing outline of John Bull--the shadow on the wall of John Mattock.

The unostentatious millionaire's legacy to his two children affected Mr.Bull thrillingly, pretty nearly as it has here been dotted in lining.

That is historical.

Could he believe in the existence of a son of his, a master of millions, who had never sighed (and he had only to sigh) to die a peer, or a baronet, or simple Knight?
The downright hard-nailed coffin fact was there; the wealthiest man in the country had flown away to Shadowland a common Mr.! You see the straight deduction from the circumstances:--we are, say what you will, a Republican people! Newspaper articles on the watch sympathetically for Mr.Bull's latest view of himself, preached on the theme of our peculiar Republicanism.

Soon after he was observed fondling the Crown Insignia.
His bards flung out their breezy columns, reverentially monarchial.