So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,

So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

Soldier, rest! thy warfare o’er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking.

Stood for his country’s glory fast, And nail’d her colors to the mast!

Tell that to the marines—the sailors won’t believe it.

The Big Bow-Wow strain I can do myself like any now going; but the exquisite touch, which renders ordinary commonplace things and characters interesting, from the truth of the description and the sentiment, is denied to me.

The criminals came in so fast that they were fain to execute them first and afterwards try them at leisure.

The hour is come, but not the man.

The play-bill, which is said to have announced the tragedy of Hamlet, the character of the Prince of Denmark being left out.

The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan’s rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney’s hazel shade.