The look of their men in line is for all the world to us what lack-lustre is to the eye.

The drill they 've had hasn't driven Hodge out of them, it has only stiffened the dolt; and dolt won't do any longer; the military machine requires intelligence in all ranks now.

Ay, the time for the Celt is dawning: I see it, and I don't often spy a spark where there isn't soon a blaze.

Solidity and stupidity have had their innings: a precious long innings it has been; and now they're shoved aside like clods of earth from the risin flower.
Off with our shackles! We've only to determine it to be free, and we'll bloom again; and I'll be the first to speak the word and mount the colours.

Follow me! Will ye join in the toast to the emblem of Erin--the shamrock, Phil and Pat ?' 'Oh, certainly,' said Philip.