Milverton.
"'Tis an ill cure
For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them.
Where sorrow's held intrusive and turned out,
There wisdom will not enter, nor true power,
Nor aught that dignifies humanity."

Still this does not justify despair, which was what I was writing
about.

Ellesmere. Perhaps it was not a just criticism of mine. One part
of the subject you have certainly omitted. You do not tell us how
much there often is of physical disorder in despair. I dare say you
will think it a coarse and unromantic mode of looking at things; but
I must confess I agree with what Leigh Hunt has said somewhere, that
one can walk down distress of mind--even remorse, perhaps.

Milverton. Yes; I am for the Peripatetics against all other
philosophers.

Ellesmere. By the way, there is a passage in one of Hazlitt's
essays, I thought of while you were reading, about remorse and
religious melancholy. He speaks of mixing up religion and morality;
and then goes on to say, that Calvinistic notions have obscured and
prevented self-knowledge. {42}

Give me the essay--there is a passage I want to look at. This
comparison of life to a mountain stream, the rocks brought down by
it being the actions, is too much worked out. When we speak of
similes not going on four legs, it implies, I think, that a simile