But the Whigs of all scoundrelly factions, are, and have ever been, the most scoundrelly, the most ungenerous, the most ungrateful.

What have they done for Fonblanque, who could have kicked them overboard on his toe-nail?
Their abilities put together are less than a millionth of his; and his have been constantly and most zealously exerted in their favour.

My first conversation with Kenyon was about the publication of his poems, which are just come out.

They are in part extremely clever; particularly one on happiness and another on the shrine of the Virgin.

He was obliged to print them at his own expense; and his cousin, Miss Barrett, who also has written a few poems of no small merit, could not find a publisher.