There is no compromise: to hate it is to try to stem the flood.

It happens that this is one of the temptations of the sentimentalist, who should reflect, but does not, that the fine feelers by which the iniquities of gold are so keenly discerned, are a growth due to it, nevertheless.

Those 'fine feelers,' or antennae of the senses, come of sweet ease; that is synonymous with gold in our island-latitude.

The sentimentalists are represented by them among the civilized species.

It is they that sensitively touch and reject, touch and select; whereby the laws of the polite world are ultimately regulated, and civilization continually advanced, sometimes ridiculously.