Where Andes, giant of the western star, With meteor standard to the winds unfurl'd.

Now twilight lets her curtain down And pins it with a star.

And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.

In yonder pensile orb, and every sphere That gems the starry girdle of the year.

Lord Mansfield first established the grand doctrine that the air of England is too pure to be breathed by a slave.

They were crazy about it. It's like we were soccer stars in Italy. They would ask for autographs, and we'd go into a restaurant and they would spoil us, try to give us wine. So the spirit here is alive and kicking.