Men of Manchester, I beg your pardon for this slight _rsum_ of warlike facts, but it is of no consequence. Lord Wellington is, for you, only a decayed old gentleman now. I rather think some of you have called him a "dotard;" you have taunted him with his age and the loss of his physical vigour. What fine heroes you are yourselves! Men like you have a right to trample on what is mortal in a demigod. Scoff at your ease; your scorn can never break his grand old heart.

Men of Manchester, I beg your pardon for this slight rsum of warlike facts. Lord Wellington is, for you, only a decayed old gentleman now. I think some of you have called him a "dotard;" you have taunted him with his age and loss of vigour. What fine heroes you are yourselves! Scoff at your ease; your scorn can never break his grand old heart.
