They are the men whom it would behoove you to drill a little, and
tie to the halberts in a benevolent manner, if you could! "We
cannot," say you? Yes, my friends, to a certain extent you can.
By many well-known active methods, and by all manner of passive
methods, you can. Strive thitherward, I advise you; thither,
with whatever social effort there may lie in you! The well-head
and "consecrated" thrice-accursed chief fountain of all those
waters of bitterness,--it is they, those Solemn Shams and Supreme
Quacks of yours, little as they or you imagine it! Them, with
severe benevolence, put a stop to; them send to their Father, far
from the sight of the true and just,--if you would ever see a
just world here!

What sort of reformers and workers are you, that work only on the
rotten material? That never think of meddling with the material
while it continues sound; that stress it and strain it with new
rates and assessments, till once it has given way and declared
itself rotten; whereupon you snatch greedily at it, and say, Now
let us try to do some good upon it! You mistake in every way, my
friends: the fact is, you fancy yourselves men of virtue,
benevolence, what not; and you are not even men of sincerity and
honest sense. I grieve to say it; but it is true. Good from you,
and your operations, is not to be expected. You may go down!


Howard is a beautiful Philanthropist, eulogized by Burke, and in
most men's minds a sort of beatified individual. How glorious,
having finished off one's affairs in Bedfordshire, or in fact
finding them very dull, inane, and worthy of being quitted and
got away from, to set out on a cruise, over the Jails first of