Rage Is Essentially Vulgar.

Talk Of The Devil, And His Horns Appear.

And Here Were Forests Ancient As The Hills, Enfolding Sunny Spots Of Greenery.

You See How This House Of Commons Has Begun To Verify All The Ill Prophecies That Were Made Of It - Low, Vulgar, Meddling With Everything, Assuming Universal Competency, And Flattering Every Base Passion - And Sneering At Everything Noble Refined And Truly National. The Direct Tyranny Will Come On By And By, After It Shall Have Gratified The Multitude With The Spoil And Ruin Of The Old Institutions Of The Land.

An Orphan's Curse Would Drag To Hell, A Spirit From On High; But Oh! More Horrible Than That, Is A Curse In A Dead Man's Eye!

He Is The Best Physician Who Is The Most Ingenious Inspirer Of Hope.