[Anon.], ‘What the Richer Are We?’ [editorial], The Expositor (1851)

Every one who goes to the Exhibition tries to get a good look at the great diamond. There it is, in its gilt iron cage, under a glass case, on its lock-up pillar, blazing back the light. People have heard so much about the diamond that they must see it, and bearing in mind its Eastern name, Mountain of Light, and seeing from a long way off its golden dome, and a crowd round it as if they were basking in its beams, up they come, elbowing and pushing to the prison bars.