There is something most rare and refined and precious in this vision, told as it is with a sweet serenity. But it does not touch the heart like the Æsop and Rhodope.
Your loving old
G.P.
Born 1775, died 1864.
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My Dear Antony,
I now come to speak of one whose fame was familiar to me as a boy—the great Lord Brougham.—for he lived till 1868. I remember that he was vehemently praised and blamed as a politician, but with such matters others have dealt; in this letter, Antony, we will concern ourselves with the glory of English prose as it poured from Lord Brougham in two of his greatest speeches.