And have they fixed the where, and when? And shall Trelawny die? Here's thirty thousand Cornish men Will know the reason why!

Our country! In her intercourse with foreign nations, may she always be in the right; but our country, right or wrong.

Heroism on command, senseless violence, and all the loathsome nonsense that goes by the name of patriotism - how passionately I hate them!

Be Briton still to Britain true, Among oursel's united; For never but by British hands Maun British wrangs be righted.

There are no points of the compass on the chart of true patriotism.

Our country--whether bounded by the St. John's and the Sabine, or however otherwise bounded or described, and be the measurements more or less;--still our country, to be cherished in all our hearts, and to be defended by all our hands.