Cirrus@Austlit

Author's note: We are pegged out. There's no doubt of it. We are pegged out more than twice over. That we move about and exhibit every outward sign of vital activity matters not. Such perversity is the attribute of the bulldog Briton. Several weeks ago a young man, hitherto not remarkable for his warlike proclivities took possession of the town and entirely proceeded to peg us out. Fired by ambition, or disgusted by the persistent liveliness of the inhabitants, further otherwise peacefully-inclined young warriors followed in his footsteps. We trust every good citizen will, for form's sake, fall in with the new order of things and annihilate himself. Meanwhile the fate of their number, as told us in verse, may be worthy of very particular application.