The Sun.
London, England, 1862-05-05 00:00:00

THE SUN, LONDON, MONDAY EVENING, MAY 5, 1862,

LITERATUB E.

Ellice. A Tale. By L. N. Comyn. Longman and Co.
The effect of this tale is injured by its length
being too great for the theme, whilst the plot wants
intricacy ; and although we give the author credit
for goodness of intention, we think him mistaken
in the mode of expressing it. He aims at showing the
unsatisfactory spiritual state of his heroine, Ellice
(a girl in her teens), in consequence of her excessive
affection for her only brother—a state from which
she is " providentially" saved by this brother's
sudden and violent, though accidental, death at
the hands of a schoolfellow ; an event which, we
are led to infer, took place for her especial benefit.
At least this is the conclusion to which the follow-
ing extract forces us :--
"Ellice was silent. It's quite true I' she said, after a
long pause. I never thought about him at all. I don't think
often do, and yet I had been trying a little before that.'
She stopped again, and then she said, in a'low voice, I
see it now) Mr. garrison, though I never did before. Do
you remember something you said to me once when we
were talking about Gerard P It was last winter, the day
Willie fell into the water. "You told me then not to make
an idol of him, and not to think of him before doing what
was right and pleasing to God. I knew that I had done so,
but I thought I wouldn't go on doing it any longer. And
yet 1 did. I couldn't help it, for I was always thinking of
him and putting him first, and if he were pleased I never
cared for anything else. And so this has come; it is sent
as a punishment because I loved him best.'
" No, not as a punishment, Ellice ; you must not think
that. It is sent in mercy, because God saw that you loved
your brother so well that you could notlove Him more, and
because he wishes to have your whole heart, not a divided
one. He has seen good to separate you for a little time,
that you may be led In this way to think of things of which
perhaps you would never have thought as you mght, if
everything had gone on smoothly ; and that you may be
brought to Into too, who hrroo Tots /Xi o 0 than any earthly
friend can do. No, you must never say that it is a punish-
ment. If you use It rightly, you will find, some day, that
it is the greatest blessing that could have been sent ; and
when, a few short years hence—or it may be only months
—you meet your brother again in a heme beyond the grave,
you will look back to this trial with feelings of gratitude,
and thank God that, by taking your idol from you, lie led
you to give Him the first and best place in your affections."
Now the inference to be drawn from this kind
of argument is not—don't love your brother
More than God, because it is unwise and unjust to
do so; but—don't love your brother more than God,
lest he, in consequence, be suddenly taken from
you by a violent death. The Creator is made a
" jealous God," visiting the sins of the guilty upon
the innocent, and using his " Providences" in a
thoroughly sectarian spirit. Mind, we acquit the
author of intentional irreverence; we merely think
he is mistaken in writing a tale in order to impute
motives to the Almighty, of which a mortal would
be ashamed. Are those who impute motives to
Deity aware that they actually assume superiority
—that they think they see through Him, and can
penetrate His designs? There has always been too
much of this in the world, and there is too great a
tendency nowadays to make novels vehicles for
theological or sectarian opinions. That the aim of
the novel writer should be to raise views and purify
the taste of his readers, whilst at the same time
amusing them, we admit ; but once let the pious in-
tention be too prominent and we have a bastard ser-
mon, not a novel. That the tale has in some re-
spects considerable merit we willingly grant. ['he
character of Ellice is interesting and natural, and
the latter portion of the book shows considerable
power over the pathetic. As a tale for young
people (theology apart) it is praiseworthy, and the
writer is evidently capable of better things.

Two Lectures on the Genius of Handel. By Dean
Ramsay. Blackwood and Sons.

Rightly regarding Handel as the greatest among
sacred composers, especially for the human voice,
Dean Ramsay delivered these lectures last January
in the Edinburgh Music Hall, and they now ap-
pear in the elegant volume before us. Without
pretence to any very profound musical knowledge,
the Dean's perceptions are true, his judgment is
sound, and he never permits his enthusiasm to out-
run discretion, If a worshipper, he is no mere idol-
ator. To heighten one man's fame he does not drag
others in the dust. " I am unwilling," he says,
"to neutralise or to injure the effect of that merit
which I attribute to Handel by asserting what is
exaggerated or untrue. Ido not mean to say that
Handel has excelled all other musical composers
in every department of music. I am aware
that Mozart, Haydn, Beethoven, Mendelssohn,
and others have often equalled, and perhaps at
times surpassed his ordinary songs, recitatives,
duets, and trios ; that they have producaedocrochceesrttroa!
effects, have composed symphonies
which Handel, with his resources, could not possibly
have produced. But Ido say that in sacred com-
position for a multitude of voices he stands pre-
eminent." This is sound in thought and clear in
expression. In Handel's time orchestral music was,
comparatively, in its infancy. The marvellous
intricacy, the gorgeous colouring, the sublime con-
trasts, which we find in Beethoven's Symphonies
would have been then impossible. But for the im-
perishable part of music—that soul which underlies
all form, and sets fashion at naught, Handel is
supreme. His music can never die. Wherever
voices are uplift in praise will his strains be
heard. If things sacred are worthier than things
profane then is Handel greatest among musicians.
Not that he gives us all, but that he gives us the
best. With him it is not so much the theme that
serves as a foil for his skill, as that his skill glori-
fies and exalts his theme. Consecrating his best
faculties and his highest efforts to his Maker's ser-
vice,—pouring out his most precious gifts in His
praise he has raised an imperishable monument to
himself. England's adopted son, he has left to her
and to the world a most/ precious legacy,—one
which will keep alive the purest musical taste, and
will- at the same time always conduce to religion
and morality. No worthier subject then could Dean
Ramsay have chosen. Of his treatment of it we
can speak in terms of the highest praise. It is
clear, graphic, interesting, and earnest; and all
who reverence Handel's name will be delighted
with this volume.

Illemeir of the Duke of Richmond. Chapman
and Hall.

The career of the late Duke of Richmond, though
a very creditable one, was by no means remarkable
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for the display of great ability. That he was an
pressing
station,
need
for his biography. He was an exemplary school
boy, a brave soldier, and an unassuming country
gentleman. He improved his estate, interested him-
self in sheep and cattle, created Goodwood Races,
and was a staunch Protectionist. In fact, he was a
very fair specimen of an average Englishman. The
extracts from his speeches there given show com-
mon sense, tinged here and there with prejudice.
He seems to have done many good-natured acts,
and we find nothing here set down to his disadvan-
tage. The author (who conceals his name) dedicates
his work "To the Farmers of Great Britain." To
them and to his personal friends it will doubtless
prove interesting.

Blackwood's Magazine.

The fourth part of " Caxtoniana" here given is
the best that has yet appeared. We say the best,
because it is the most practical and the most calcu-
lated to influence beneficially those whose characters
are in course of formation, and who are to some
extent guided by what they read. The theme is
" On the Management of Money," and the writer
says :

Nurse, cherish, never cavil away, the wholesome horror
of debt. Personal liberty is the paramount essential to
human dignity and human happiness. Man hazards the
condition, and loses the virtues, of freeman, in proportion
as he accustoms his thoughts to view, without anguish and
shame, his lapse into the bondage of debtor. Debt is to
man what the serpent is to the bird; its eye fascinates, its
breath poisons, its coil crushes sinew and bone, its jaw is
the pitiless grave. If you mock my illustration, if you
sneer at the truth it embodies, give yourself no further
trouble to learn how to manage your money. Consider
yourself doomed; pass on your way with a jaunty step;
the path is facile—paths to Avernus always are. But if,
while I write, your heart, true to the instinct of manhood,
responds to my words—if you say, " agreed ; that which
you call the first rule for the management of money, I hold
yet more imperative as the necessity to freedom and the
lifespring of probity"—then advance on your way, assured
that wherever it wind it must ascend. You see but the
temple of Honour ; close behind it is:the temple of Fortune.
You will pass through the one to the other.

" But," sighs the irresolute youth whom the eye of the
serpent has already charmed, it is by no means so easy
to keep out of debt as it is to write warning against getting
Into it."

Easy to keep out of debt I Certainly not. Nothing in
life worth an effort is easy. Do you expect to know the
first six books of Euclid by inspiration ? Could you get over
that problem in the first book, popularly called the Ass's
Bridge, without a sigh of fatigue ? Can you look back to
the rudimentary agonies of the Multiplication Table and
the Rule of Three, or As in prwsenti, or even Propria quw
ma!'ibus, without a lively reminiscence of the moment in
which you fairly gavo in, and said, 44 This is too much for
human powers ?" Even in things the pleasantest, if we
wish to succeed we must toil. We are all Adam's children.
Whatever we culture on earth, till we win back our way
bbain.
irto Eden, we must earn by the sweat of our brow or the
Not even the Sybarite was at ease on his rosebed—
even for him some labour was needful. No hand save his
own could uncrumple the rose-leaf that chafed him. Each
object uncle! the sun reflects a difficulty on the earth.
4f ETery hair; says that exquisite Vublitts Syrus, whose

fragments of old verse are worth libraies of modern come-
dies—" every hair casts its shadow."
• But think, 0 young man! of •tho object I place before
you, and then bo ashamed of yourelf if you still sigh,
" Easy to preach, and not easy topractise." I have no
interest in the preaching ; your intcest is immense in the
practice. That object not won, yotr heart has no peace,
and your hearth no security. Yoir conscience itselfleaves
a door open night and day to the ompter—night and day,
to the ear of a debtor, steal whisprs that prompt to the
deeds of a felon, Three years agoyou admired the rising
success of some—most respectable van. Where is he now ?
In the dock—in the jail—in the hicks? What I that opu-
lent banker, whose plate dazzled /times ? or that flourish-
ing clerk, who drove the high-steping horse to his ollice ?
The same. And his crime ? Fraid and swindling. What
demon could urge so respectable aman to so shatneful'an
act ? I know not the name of the ,emon, but the catase of
the crime the wretch tells you hinself. Ask him—what
is his answer? " I got into debt—no way to get out of it
but the way which I took—to the Lock, to the jail, to the
hulks ?"

This instalment of " Salem Chrpel" is scarcely equal
to the last. Nevertheless, it is able, and we
see a little farther into tht plot, " A Visit to
Rugby" sketches the history of that school and
details the characteristics of tie different masters.
In " Sensation Novels," the peculiarities of that class
of fiction, are discussed. " Til3 Renewal of Life "
is physiologicol. There are articles ors " The Anglo
Saxon Chronicle," and "Presdeut Andrew Jack-
son," with a poem by David Vingate, called " The
First Guid Day."

lfacnaillaA.

The author of " Lorenzo Benoni" has commenced
a tale in this number called "Vincenzo, or Sunken
Rocks." Italy is the scene. The time is 1848, and
" Vincenzo" is a youth intended for a priest. The
writer of "Washington Luring the War," is evi-
dently favourable to the ,North. He speaks well
of the Federal army, deprotates adverse criticism of
it on our part, and draws the following portrait of
the President r

in-Chief, and is to be adopted at all stations
where the means of carrying it out may be pro-
vided," it is needless to say more in its favour.

The Increase of National Defence and _Reduction
of Taxes. By Monitor. Effingham Wilson.
" Monitor" recommends that soldiers here and in
the colonies be industrial, that is that a portion of
their time should be passed in useful occupations.
The number might thus be increased, and the cost
would be less.

Beeton's Publications.

Boys' Own Library.—Robinson Crusoe.
trated. Part I. Tbi3 is nicely got up, and a
memoir is prefixed.—Dictionary of Universal In-
formation. Part XLII. ranges from "Biography"
to " Bread."—Garden Management gives the usual
monthly calendar, with miscellaneous information.
—Boys' Own Magazine contains a prize paper on
angling, and the principal tale is termed "11CM I
Won my Spurs ; or, a Boy's Adventures in the
Civil Wars.'

Bailey's Monthly Magazine.
A good engraving and memoir of Mr. Sohn
White, a well-known racing man and fox-hunter,
are given in this number. ." Charles Thornhill" is
continued, and there are various other articles of
sporting interest.

'he Sixpenny Magazine.
The opening article treats of" The International
Exhibition.' Bivalves are discussed in " Animal
Life in the Ocean." " Fables, Ancient and Modern,"
are continued, the thirty-second being now reached,
and fiction is, as usual, plentiful.

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Kingston's illagamine for Doge.
The tales called " Marmaduke Merry" and
" Rambles of Tom Bainbridge" are in progress.
"Popular Science Table Talk" treats of coal,
There is an article on "Boating," and the number
concludes with " Anecdotes of Animals."

VISIT OF THE KING OF ITALY TO

NAPLES.

(From the Times' Correspondent.}
APRIL 29.

I am at a loss for terms to describe the enthusias-
tic reception which was accorded yesterday to Victor
Emmanuel, the King of Italy. It infinitely sur-
passed, both in fervour, and universality, his first re-
ception, and far exceeded all expectations. For a
week or more the fever has been rising ; yesterday
from dawn of the day the excitement was intense,
and when the first cannon boomed which announced
the approach of his Majesty there was a burst of
feeling which it was impossible to mistake. As
soon as I had despatched my letter I went out to
make my observations and passed over the line of
route which his Majesty was to take from the
landing-place to the Palace. The balconies were
all covered with rich tapestries and shaded by
thousands of tricoloured flags, so that through
whatever street the eye glanced a fairy forest pre-
sented itself of gorgeous colour. Even at that early
hour ladies were assembling in the balconies, and
the streets were thronged with passengers, all busi-
ness suspended, shops closed or closing, every one
appaarentiy absorbed in the expectation of the
Sovereign of this beautiful country. At 1 o'clock
it was put about that his Majesty would arrive
earlier than was expected, and people began to take
up their positions. There were parts of the city which
were literally abandoned, the dense population
pressing on eagerly to such points as would
present a good view of the King, and streets were
crowded and housetops were filled with several
hundred thousand persons, as if Naples had been
turned inside out. For myself I took my place in
Santa Lucia, and never saw the bay, which lay under
my windows, more beautiful than it was on this
occasion. On the left was a forest of shipping, the
masts of which just peered over the walls of the
fortifications, and every now and then there glanced
across the water, like a gay and flaunting gadfly,
the launch as green as Dan O'Connell could have
desired, and covered with green silk awnings, which
was to bear the King to land. Round this gaudy
cportod hundreds of little barks, like insects
of smaller pretensions, full of bustle and excitement,
glancing here, there, and everywhere, and giving
indications of wonderful vitality. Her Majesty's
ship Algiers stood outside the Mole, further on, in
a central position, lay the Neptune, and not far
from the Castello d'Ovo, the James Watt, the first
in rank; all three prepared to receive the Sovereign
of constitutional and united Italy. It was a proud
becoming position which England assumed through
her representatives on her native element, for if any
country should sympathise with and aid the Italians
in this their hour of difficulty, it is the country
which is the cradle of liberty, and which has won
her present high place among the nations through
much suffering and long straggles.
In the background lay Vesuvius, apparently dis-
posed to get up a demonstration on its own
account, for, whereas it has been for some
time perfectly tranquil, in the afternoon it began
to send forth volleys of smoke, but it all
terminated in smoke, for there he is this morning
looking as imperturbable as a sulky and dangerous
mastiff, At 3 o'clock our ships dressed, and every
masts in the bay was covered in a moment, with tri-
coloured flags; then our bluejackets, conventionally
so called, though now they were all as white as
snow, were seen running up the rigging and cluster-
ing about the masts like gulls. "Il Be Galant-
uonzo view" was the universal shout, and the
masses:were heaving backwards and forwards with
impatient expectation ; but yet another hour of
anxious endurance ensued. At last a shot from the
Castello d'Ovo announced that the Royal vessel was
turning the point of classic and lovely Pausilippo ;
the buzz of voices, and the clapping of hands even
in the distant parts of the city were universal and
unceasing. The thin mists which had covered the
sun for two or three hours, protecting the vast
crowds from its burning rays, now cleared up, and
sea and mountain dressed themselves in their most
gorgeous colours for their Kings; our ships fired
salvoes which were repeated by the ships in har-
bour and the forts, and amid the rejoicings of na-
ture, for the sun burst out at this moment, and the
universal rejoicing of hundreds of thousands of ex-
pectant free men, their King rounded the Castello,
and came in view of the city. It was as beautiful
a sight as I ever witnessed. Very slowly the Royal
vessel moved on, and with becoming dignity. The
Maria Adoktido was fallnwea by another frigate,
and then by the Costituzione, which left at mid-
night on Sunday to meet the King at Gaeta. Soon
after the Royal squadron the French squadron hove
in view, consisting of four vessels, a first-rate and
three frigates. They are respectively the Bretagne,
the Algesiras, the Redoubtable, and the Imperiale.
By this time we had in the Bay three British
ships of four, four French, and the Italian squadron,
consisting of the three which accompanied his Ma-
jesty, and several others in the Royal port. You may
judge what a brilliant coup d'ccil it was,
all decorated
as they were, and with their yards marined • have
not spoken of excursion steamers which went out to
meet the Royal vessel, nor of several others which
evidence of the increas-
ing in the afternoon, giving
ing commerce of Southern Italy, and making a pre-
test, as it were, against a return to the old state of
things, by which all individual and national efforts
were crippled or crushed. As soon as the Maria
Adelaide anchored the State barge received the
King, and attempted to make
_ its way to the land—
attempted I say advisedly, for such a multitude of
boats crowded around it, filled with enthusiastic per-
sons desirous of welcoming their Sovereign, that it
was difficult to land. It was calculated that 600 of
these boats hovered round the Royal barge. On his
Majesty disembarking, and entering the pavilion
which had been erected expressly for the occasion and
fitted up with exquisite taste, he was received with
a hurricane of applause. I can give you no idea
of the ardour, the waving of handkerchiefs, clapping
of hands, and shouts of "Viva Vittorio Emmanuele,
it Re Galantuomo, it Re d'ltalia Unita !" Bouquets
Were showered thicker than May showers could do
it. Eyery possible spot was occupied, and the very

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masts of the vessels had their clusters. The King
was evidently moved
by the enthusiasm of the
people, and that is saying much for a man of iron
nerves. The demonstration must have been a mighty
one which could so far have affected him. In the
pavilion there were in attendance the civil and
military authorities and Ministers of State, and
members of the diplomatic body and other persons
of distinction who had received invitations. As soon
as the official greetings were completed the King
entered t be Royal carriage, which was in attendance,
and, preceded by a picket of Carabineers, commenced
the truly Royal procession. Before all, however,
went a host of gamins, who, in all countries, it
would appear, are the exponents of public joy ; the
various associations of 81-udents, operati, " Italia
Una," and several others followed' bearing flags and
boughs of trees. I saw several priests in the proces-
sion, and au old friar sinking under the weight of
a banner. The first carriage bore the officers of the
household; then came the Royal carriage drawn by
six horses, and seated with the King were the Pre-
fect, General Della Marmora, and the Syndic, Cava-,1
lier Colonna. A squadron of the mounted National
Guard surrounded the King, and a brilliant spectacle
they presented with their costly uniforms and fine
horses. Indeed, the entire service was done by the
National Guard, who lined the road of the proces-
sion, and a finer body of men it would be difficult
to find.

A few presentations took place, and the first wno
was received by the King was our senior captain,
Captain Codd. An hour's repose, and the_rejoic,
ings of the night began. I first walked through-
the city—if a man could be said to walk who was
borne along bodily—and marked the universality
of the illuminations ; there was no sparing of
oil ; people did not light up merely to save their
windows, their demonstration was as spontane-
ous as it was general and enthusiastic, and not
even the police of the Bourbons by threats or per-
suasions ever managed to get up Euch an illumi-
nation. Every quarter had its band, and Bengal
lights to amuse and divide the masses. The Church
of Carminie was a thing of light, and its pictu-
resque tower glowed and glittered from afar; but
when I entered the Palace-yard I thought I had
never witnessedsuch a fairy scene. The church and
cupola, and the colonnades of San Francisco Paolo
were lighted up as is St. Peter's on Easter Monday.
The three Royal palaces were crowded with the
elite of the country ; the King was in the centre of
the balcony, and a regular storm of congratulations
greeted his appearance. Below was an amphitheatre
of seats in which were seated 450 musicians, and
the serenade was about to begin. "How are we
to get to the Foresteria ?" said my friend, for the
people were packed like anchovies, and a dense
mass of carriages was beneath the Royal salon ; but
a strong will and courage overcome any difficulties,
and so, ploughing through the crowd, we shortly
found ourselves in our desired places. The Piazza
was now almost in darkness, and the serenade
began, and one after another, with brief intervals
of repose, the following pieces were performed,
under the able direction of Maestro Troisi :-
1. Marcia Reale.

2. Sinfonia—Assedio di Corinto,

3. Marcia di Troisi, popolari—" Fenosta Vas-
cir," " Festa di Piedigrotta," both composed by GAgliehno
Cotrace.

4. Valzer—" II Re Galantuomo del Maestro Savoja."

5. Marcia de Palatio del Maestro Caccavaio.
6. " Irmo di Garibaldi,"

Immediately after the first piece it was (widen

that the temporary darkness had been arranged for
the sake of contrast, for directly after its conclusion
there was a burst of light from the top of the colon-
nades of the Church of San Francisco which was
almost blinding. Fountains of fireworks played all
over the roof, tricoloured rockets shot into the air,
studding the Heavens with brighter constellations
than already glittered there, and then comparative
darkness closed around us again, and the soft music
from below stole upon our ears. The effect was
magical. As every piece of music wakened up the
memories or touched the affections of the people,
there were bursts of applause, and so these inter.
changes of music and light, gorgeous and charac-
teristic light, continued until half-past 10 o'clock.
I must notice particularly the late part of the spec-
tacle, which was peculiarly brilliant ; round the
summit of the colonnades were suspended festoons
of evergreen by day, with circular garlands on each
point of the festoons, while in the centre of the
cupola with an immense garland, with a gigantic
V.E. in the middle. In a moment these decorations
were a blaze of tricoloured lights, changing from
time to time, the form exquisitely preserved, and
every leaf and flower being accurately defined. A
shower of rockets shot up again in all directions,
and then darkness fell upon the delighted and loyal
masses, who will long remember the splendours of
this right royal reception of the King of Italy. I
fear to have been tedious in my details ; but I do
assure you that I feel utterly incapable of commu-
nicating to you the most distant idea of the joy and
enthusiasm of the Neapolitans. It was after the
King had been safely landed in the Palace that I
went through the crowd yesterday, and witnessed
the immense satisfaction and gratification. The
captain of one of the battalions seized me and said,
" Did you ever see anything like it ; I was on guard
at the Pavilion; we could all have wept like children:
Bello! bella! magnifico! Eun Angelo ! " speaking
of the King.
And now one word as to my impressions of this
wonderful pageant and demonstration. First, the
Southern Italians aro eminently monarchical in
their ideas and tendencies. Republicanism will
never find any root here. Such theories may be
started, and associations in their favour may be
found, but nothing but monarchy will go down here.
And who is that monarch to be ? Not a foreign
o
s
prince ; the very stones would rise up and protest
t
against him, and much less a Bourbon. Some may
have been discontented, impatient, exigeants, but
they will not have a Bourbon. Who then is to be
narnanuel? And yes.
their Sovereign but Victor E
terday they declared in the face of Europe that
they will have hint, and none but lam. You know
that I expressed myself dolefully on occasion of
do
the first plebiscite, as Iwould and of all such
State machinations; but yesterday's demonstration
was the true plebiscite, the only one in which I
observing
have any faith
_grontannOUP, heartfelt, ana univer-
sal. I cannot help that when Royalty
is so welcome, its presence so great a necessity, its
seat must be nearer the South, and every true friend
of Italy must clamour for Rome as the capital.
There lies the Italian question, and the enemies and
soi-disant friends of Italy know it right well. Let
Victor Emmanuel
be enthroned at the capital, and
let his Neapolitan subjects see a little more of him,
and there will not be a more loyal or a more de-
lighcd people in all Europe. You well know that
I always endeavour to be impartial at the risk of
much misrepresentation and personal hostility under
every regime. I am never an advocate, but an histo-
rian ; receive, therefore, my statement and opinion
as faithful, that the demonstration of yesterday was
a protest against foreign princes and combinations
and snares ; against the whole race of the Bourbons
and their allies, the priesthood, and a prayer, an
earnest, an agonised prayer, to civilised Europe to
assist in placing Victor Emmanuel, the King of
United Italy, in his only legitimate capital, the
Eternal City.
I have only to null that though several hundred
thousand persons were on foot yesterday there was
not one instance of disorder and not one arrest made.

I had it on the authority of the Qurestor. I mingled
in the densest crowd I ever was in in my life, an
aichovy myself packed with thousands of others,
and found myself moved along with well-dressed
women in the crowd, fearlessly and
without
slightest pushing or rudeness. A people so
gentle
entthlee
may surely be easily governed, but let the King
come among them more frequently, and that he may
be enabled to do so let the Emperor of the French
wipe die deep stain from his Government) and from