Some persons attribute all good impulses to fear, as if mortals were more governed by its influence than by that of love and gratitude.
If conscience is less frequently heard in youth, it is that the tumultuous throbbing of the heart, and the wild suggestions of the passions, prevent its "still small voice" from being audible; but in the decline of life, when the heart beats languidly and the passions slumber, it makes itself heard, and on its whispers depends our happiness or misery.
My old acquaintance, Lord Palmerston, has arrived at Paris, and dined here yesterday, to meet the Duc and Duchesse de Guiche, Count Valeski, and Mr.Poulett Thomson.

Seven years have produced no change in Lord Palmerston.

He is the same intelligent, sensible, and agreeable person that I remember him to have been for many years.
Lord Palmerston has much more ability than people are disposed to give him credit for.

He is, or used to be, when I lived in England, considered a good man of business, acute in the details, and quick in the comprehension of complicated questions.

Even this is no mean praise, but I think him entitled to more; for, though constantly and busily occupied with official duties, he has contrived to find time to read every thing worth reading, and to make himself acquainted with the politics of other countries.
Lively, well-bred, and unaffected, Lord Palmerston is a man that is so well acquainted with the routine of official duties, performs them so readily and pleasantly, and is so free from the assumption of self-importance that too frequently appertains to adepts in them, that, whether Whig or Tory government has the ascendant in England, his services will be always considered a desideratum to be secured if possible.
Lord Castlereagh, Mr.Cutlar Fergusson, and Count Valeski dined here yesterday.