Your committees nibble on, and this and that poisonous berry is pulled off leisurely, while the bush to the root of it remains, and the children eat on unhindered on the other side.

I had hoped that there was real feeling among politicians.

But no; we are put off with a fast day.

There, an end! I begin to think that nothing will do for England but a good revolution, and a 'besom of destruction' used dauntlessly.

We are getting up our vainglories again, smoothing our peacock's plumes.