You must bear with me--dear Miss Bayley and all of you--and believe of me, if I am ever so wrong, that I do at least pray from my soul, 'May the right prevail!'-- loving right, truth, justice, and the people through whatever mistakes.

As it was in the beginning, from 'Casa Guidi Windows,' so it is now from the Avenue des Champs-Elysees.

I am most humanly liable, of course, to make mistakes, and am by temperament perhaps over hopeful and sanguine.

But I do see with my own eyes and feel with my own spirit, and not with other people's eyes and spirits, though they should happen to be the dearest--and that's the very best of me, be certain, so don't quarrel with it too much.
As to the worst of the President, let him have vulture's beak, hyena's teeth, and the rattle of the great serpent, it's nothing to the question.

Let him be Caligula's horse raised to the consulship--what then?
I am not a Buonapartist; I am simply a 'democrat,' as you say.