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• Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried.
  -- Charles Wolfe (1791-1823) -- The Burial of Sir John Moore...
• But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
  -- Charles Wolfe (1791-1823) -- The Burial of Sir John Moore...
• Much to his Mum and Dad's dismay, Horace ate himself one day.
  He didn't stop to say his grace, he just sat down and ate his face....
• The observation of nature is part of an artist's life, it enlarges his form [and] knowledge, keeps him fresh and from working only by formula, and feeds inspiration.
  -- Henry Moore...
• We are not alone.
• We wish that this column, rising towards heaven among the pointed spires of so many temples dedicated to God, may contribute also to produce in all minds a pious feeling of dependence and gratitude.
  We wish, finally, that the last object to the sight of him who leaves his native shore, and the first to gladden his who revisits it, may be something which shall remind him of the liberty and the glory of his country....
• We get it fresh on Monday.