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The Glory of English Prose - Letters to My Grandson by Stephen Coleridge
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smote the House of Bourbon, and wielded in the other the democracy
of England. The sight of his mind was infinite, and his schemes
were to affect, not England, not the present age only, but Europe
and posterity. Wonderful were the means by which these schemes
were accomplished, always seasonable, always adequate, the
suggestions of an understanding animated by ardour, and
enlightened by prophecy.

"The ordinary feelings which make life amiable and indolent--those
sensations which soften, and allure, and vulgarise--were unknown
to him; no domestic difficulties, no domestic weakness reached
him; but, aloof from the sordid occurrences of life, and unsullied
by its intercourse, he came occasionally into our system to
counsel and decide.

"A character so exalted, so strenuous, so various, so
authoritative, astonished a corrupt age, and the Treasury trembled
at the name of Pitt through all her classes of venality.
Corruption imagined, indeed, that she had found defects in this
statesman, and talked much of the inconsistency of his glory, and
much of the ruin of his victories--but the history of his country,
and the calamities of the enemy, answered and refuted her.

"Nor were his political abilities his only talents; his eloquence
was an era in the senate, peculiar and spontaneous, familiarly
expressing gigantic sentiments and instinctive wisdom--not like
the torrent of Demosthenes, or the splendid conflagration of
Tully; it resembled sometimes the thunder, and sometimes the music
of the spheres. Like Murray, he did not conduct the understanding
through the painful subtilty of argumentation; nor was he, like
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