His courage, his sagacity, the secrecy of his counsels, the success which had generally crowned his enterprises, overawed the vulgar.

Even his most acrimonious enemies feared him at least as much as they hated him.

While he was at Kensington, ready to take horse at a moment's notice, malecontents who prized their heads and their estates were generally content to vent their hatred by drinking confusion to his hooked nose, and by squeezing with significant energy the orange which was his emblem.

But their courage rose when they reflected that the sea would soon roll between him and our island.

In the military and political calculations of that age, thirty leagues of water were as important as three hundred leagues now are.