Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 15.
That knuckle-end of England,—that land of Calvin, oat-cakes, and sulphur.
Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 17.
No one minds what Jeffrey says: . . . it is not more than a week ago that I heard him speak disrespectfully of the equator.
Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 17.
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We cultivate literature on a little oatmeal.[460:1]
Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 23.
Truth is its [justice's] handmaid, freedom is its child, peace is its companion, safety walks in its steps, victory follows in its train; it is the brightest emanation from the Gospel; it is the attribute of God.
Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 29.