Thus, once more, the two pagans, Tone and Castlereagh, found a pagan end in suicide.

But the circumstances were such that any man, of any party, felt that Tone had died like Cato and Castlereagh had died like Judas.
The march of Pitt's policy went on; and the chasm between light and darkness deepened.

Order was restored; and wherever order spread, there spread an anarchy more awful than the sun has ever looked on.

Torture came out of the crypts of the Inquisition and walked in the sunlight of the streets and fields.

A village vicar was slain with inconceivable stripes, and his corpse set on fire with frightful jests about a roasted priest.