He is too shrewd to believe in the probability of invasions, &c., &c., but he wants a shield to guard his sword-arm.

The statesmanship of England pines for new blood, for ideas of the epoch, and the Russell old-fogyism will not do any more at all.

These old bottles won't hold the new wine.

People are positively calling on the Muse and William Pitt.

It's religion to hate France, and to set up a 'Boney' as a 'raw head and bloody bones' sort of scarecrow.