Sir Edward, however, vehemently declared that he would have life for life.

Much indulgence is due to the resentment of an affectionate father maddened by the loss of a son.

But there is but too much reason to believe that the implacability of Seymour was the implacability, not of an affectionate father, but of a factious and malignant agitator.

He tried to make what is, in the jargon of our time, called political capital out of the desolation of his house and the blood of his first born.

A brawl between two dissolute youths, a brawl distinguished by nothing but its unhappy result from the hundred brawls which took place every month in theatres and taverns, he magnified into an attack on the liberties of the nation, an attempt to introduce a military tyranny.