vident loss in clearness and strength.

"All history is full of revolutions, produced by causes
similar to those which are now operating in England. A
portion of the community which had been of no account,
expands and becomes strong. It demands a place in the
system, suited, not to its former weakness, but to its
present power. If this is granted, all is well. If this is
refused, then comes the struggle between the young energy of
one class and the ancient privileges of another. Such was
the struggle between the Plebeians and Patricians of Rome.
Such was the struggle of the Italian allies for admission to
the full rights of Roman citizens. Such was the struggle of
our North American colonies against the mother country. Such
was the struggle which the Third Estate of France maintained
against the aristocracy of birth. Such was the struggle
which the Roman Catholics of Ireland maintained against the
aristocracy of creed. Such is the struggle which the free
people of color in Jamaica are now maintaining against the
aristocracy of skin. Such, finally, is the struggle which
the middle classes in England are maintaining against an
aristocracy of mere locality, against an aristocracy, the
principle of which is to invest a hundred drunken
pot-wallopers in one place, or the owner of a ruined hovel
in another, with powers which are withheld from cities
renowned to the furthest ends of the earth for the marvels
of their wealth and of their industry."[41]

"Man is a being of genius, passion, intellect, conscience,
power. He exercises these various gifts in various ways, in
great deeds, in great thoughts, in heroic acts, in hateful
crimes. He founds states, he fights battles, he builds
cities, he ploughs the forest, he subdues the elements, he
rules his kind. He creates vast ideas, and influences many
generations. He takes a thousand shapes, and undergoes a
thousand fortunes. Literature records them all to the
life.... He pours out his fervid soul in poetry; he sways to
and fro, he soars, he dives, in his restless speculations;
his lips drop eloquence; he touches the canvas, and it glows
with beauty; he sweeps the strings, and they thrill with an
ecstatic meaning. He looks back into himself, and he reads
his own thoughts, and notes the