Who shall call me ungentle, unfair, I long'd so heartily then and there To give him the grasp of fellowship; But while I past he was humming an air, Stopt, and then with a riding whip, Leisurely tapping a glossy boot, And curving a contumelious lip, Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare.
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I shall enter on no encomium upon Massachusetts she needs none. There she is. Behold her, and judge for yourselves. There is her history the world knows it by heart. The past, at least, is secure. There is Boston and Concord and Lexington and Bunker Hill and there they will remain forever.
Daniel Webster