I suppose that conditions of life exist where one meets the original complexities.

The bad are in every rank.
The inveterately malignant I have not found.

Circumstances may combine to make a whisper as deadly as a blow, though not of such evil design.
Perhaps if we lived at a Court of a magnificent despot we should learn that we are less highly civilized than we imagine ourselves; but that is a fire to the passions, and the extreme is not the perfect test.

Our civilization counts positive gains--unless you take the melodrama for the truer picture of us.

It is always the most popular with the English .-- And look, what a month June is! Yesterday morning I was with Lady Dunstane on her heights, and I feel double the age.