Breslau is arguably the mirror pendant to Milwaukee: each a Germanized town with breweries, a Rathaus, and beclocked church steeples.

The pupils of the modern school discover in [the lion] but the crafty, cruel, and cowardly lapper of blood.

How long by tyrants shall thy land be trod! / How long thy temple worshipless, Oh God!

[A]ll the shifts of cloud and sun, all the difference between black death and brightsome liveliness, scarcely may suggest or equal Lorna's transformation.