It Is A Glorious Thing

There's Fish In The Sea, No Doubt Of It, As Good As Ever Came Out Of It.

I See No Objection To Stoutness, In Moderation.

Posterity Will Know As Little Of Me As I Know Of Posterity.

Strike The Concertina's Melancholy String! Blow The Spirit-stirring Harp Like Any Thing! Let The Piano's Martial Blast Rouse The Echoes Of The Past

Utopia's Quite Another Land; In Her Enterprising Movements, She Is England--with Improvements