Their power is a fiction of the worst description, and their efforts marked by the worst faith and the greatest untruths.

If all the Editors of the papers in the countries where the liberty of the press exists were to be assembled, we should have a _crew_ to which you would _not_ confide a dog that you would value, still less your honour and reputation....
[Pageheading: REVOLUTION AT LISBON] [Pageheading: THE PRINCESS'S NAME] _The Princess Victoria to the King of the Belgians._ _21st November 1836._ MY MOST DEARLY BELOVED UNCLE,--You cannot imagine how happy you have made me by your very dear, kind, long, and interesting letter of the 18th, which I received yesterday morning, and for which I beg you to accept my _very warmest_ and best thanks.

You know, I think, my dearest Uncle, that _no_ creature on earth _loves_ you _more_ dearly, or has a higher sense of admiration for you, than I have.

Independent of all that you have done--which I never, never can be grateful enough for--my love for you exceeds all that words can express; it is innate in me, for from my earliest years the name of _Uncle_ was the dearest I knew, the word _Uncle_, _alone_, meant no other but you! Your letter is so interesting and instructive that I could read it over and over again.

I hope, dear Uncle, you will in process of time give me the _apercu_ you mention, which would be so very interesting for me.
I cannot tell you how distressed I was by the late unfortunate _contre-revolution manquee_ at Lisbon,[15] and how sorry I was to see by the letter you wrote me, that you were still unaware of it on the 18th.