’Tis Aufidius, Who, hearing of our Coriolanus’ banishment, Thrusts forth his horns again into the world; Which were inshell’d when Coriolanus stood for Rome, And durst not once peep out.

I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy: But to see her was to love her; Love but her, and love forever.

I went into him like a whirlwind, lamming head on full into that left jab again and again […]

After this the whole class performed wonders in the spelling line, orthographying the different words, man, boy, cat, &c., with great precision, doing the whole, of course, in song. [From the Musical Gazette.]