The language of the first great reformer is that which I should use in reply to the exultation of our Tories here, if there were any of them who could understand it sebou, proseukhou thopte ton kratount aei emoi d'elasson Zeuos e meden melei.
drato krateito tonde ton brakhun khronon opes thelei daron gar ouk arksei theois ["Worship thou, adore, and flatter the monarch of the hour.

To me Jove is of less account than nothing.

Let him have his will, and his sceptre, for this brief season; for he will not long be the ruler of the Gods." It is needless to say that poor William the Fourth was the Jove of the Whig Prometheus.] As for myself, I rejoice that I am out of the present storm.

"Suave mari magno;" or, as your new Premier, if he be still Premier, construes.

"It is a source of melancholy satisfaction." I may, indeed, feel the effects of the changes here, but more on public than private grounds.