Saturday’s Piece

“There are many isms today to perplex us – Nazism, communism, fascism and so forth – but most of them will cancel each other out. There is only one ism which kills the soul and that is pessimism.”

(Lord Tweedsmuir, 1875 – 1940)

John Lentell

9th April, 1970

Tuesday’s Piece

“Parliament is not a congress of ambassadors from different and hostile interests; ….parliament is a deliberative assembly of one nation, with one interest, that of the whole; where, not local purposes, not local prejudices ought to guide, but the general good, resulting from the general reason of the whole. You choose a member indeed, but when you have chosen him, he is not a member of (Bristol), but he is a member of parliament.”

(Edmund Burke, 1729 – 1797)

John Lentell

30th March, 1970

Saturday’s Piece

“I have watched this famous island descending incontinently, fecklessly, the stairway which leads to a dark gulf. It is a fine broad stairway at the beginning, but after a bit the carpet runs ends. A little farther on there are only flagstones, and a little farther still these break beneath your feet.”

(Sir Winston Churchill, 1874 – 1965)

John Lentell

26th March, 1970

Friday’s Piece

“We must recollect….what it is we have at stake, what it is we have to contend for. It is for our property, it is for our liberty, it is for our independence, nay, for our existence as a nation; it is for our character, it is for our very name as (Englishmen), it is for everything dear and valuable to man on this side of the grave.”

(William Pitt, 1708 – 1778)

John Lentell

25th March, 1976

Tuesday’s Piece

“Whereas it has long been known and declared that the poor have no right to the property of the rich, I wish it also to be known and declared that the rich have no right to the property of the poor.”

(John Ruskin, 1819 – 1900)

John Lentell

22nd March, 1970

Thursday’s Piece

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it”;
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

(Edgar A. Guest, 1881 – 1959)

John Lentell

17th March, 1970