Such was their power that neither could forget His former friend, & future foe—but still There was a high, immortal, proud regret In either’s eye, as if ’twere less their will Than destiny to make the eternal years Their date of war, and their “Champ Clos” the Spheres.

Our forces are numerically inferior to those of the enemy.

'Now, upon my soul, you know,' said Mr Chuckster, shaking his head gravely, as men are wont to do when they consider things are going a little too far, 'this is altogether such a low-minded affair, that if I didn't feel for the governor, and know that he could never get on without me, I should be obliged to cut the connection.'

I never thought he'd go so far as to call you.