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The Prince Consort is kind; his wife is inclined to be what he is.
Napoleon is the sinister shape behind the arras; and the Tory government licks his patent-leather boots.

Vile is the attitude of England, vile her threats, her sneers, her wicked contempt of a great people in agony.

Her murderous government, bludgeon in hand, stands snarling at us in Mexico; her ministers glare at us from every war port; her press mocks in infamous caricature our unhappy President; only her poor are with us--the poor of England whom our war is starving.

Again and again we have forgiven her.

But now, standing on our blood-wet battle-fields, can we ever again forgive?
"You have heard from your family and from Celia, so what news I write may be no news.