Here in England, and particularly on a fortnight's run in the lowlands of Scotland once, I have, like you, my lady, come now and then across the people we call common, men and women, old wayside men especially; slow-minded, but hard in their grasp of facts, and ready to learn, and logical, large in their ideas, though going a roundabout way to express them.

They were at the bottom of wisdom, for they had in their heads the delicate sense of justice, upon which wisdom is founded.

That is what their rulers lack.

Unless we have the sense of justice abroad like a common air, there 's no peace, and no steady advance.

But these humble people had it.