It digs its own grave
He stultifies his own soul who——
It is but a conspiracy to thwart justice
It is hard to say just what maledictions should be pronounced upon one who——
One finds it difficult to measure his epithet when——
Stirred to unmeasured wrath
They are all tarred with the same stick
He should come in for some rather rough handling
The mere thought of it fills me with disgust
It is empty talk to speak of——