It animates the clergy of all sects in the remotest districts; it sets the squire on improving cottages and parcelling out allotments.

Schools rise in every village; in books the lightest, the Grand Idea colours the page, and bequeaths the moral.

The Government alone (despite the professions on which the present Ministry was founded) remains unpenetrated by the common genius of the age; but on that question, with all the subtleties it involves, and the experiments it demands,--not indeed according to the dreams of an insane philosophy, but according to the immutable laws which proportion the rewards of labour to the respect for property,--a Government must be formed at last.
There is in this work a subtler question suggested, but not solved,--that question which perplexes us in the generous ardour of our early youth,--which, unsatisfactory as all metaphysics, we rather escape from than decide as we advance in years; namely, make what laws we please, the man who lives within the pale can be as bad as the man without.

Compare the Paul Clifford of the fiction with the William Brandon,--the hunted son with the honoured father, the outcast of the law with the dispenser of the law, the felon with the judge; and as at the last they front each other,--one on the seat of justice, the other at the convict's bar,--who can lay his hand on his heart and say that the Paul Clifford is a worse man than the William Brandon.
There is no immorality in a truth that enforces this question; for it is precisely those offences which society cannot interfere with that society requires fiction to expose.

Society is right, though youth is reluctant to acknowledge it.