He is now for brains at all costs, he has gained a conception of them.

He is ready to knock knighthood on the heads of men of brains--even literary brains.
They shall be knights, an ornamental body.

To make them peers, and a legislative, has not struck him, for he has not yet imagined them a stable body.

They require petting, to persuade them to flourish and bring him esteem.
This is Mr.Bull, our image before the world, whose pranks are passed as though the vivid display of them had no bad effect on the nation.
Doubtless the perpetual mirror, the slavish mirror, is to blame, but his nakedness does not shrink from the mirror, he likes it and he is proud of it.

Beneath these exhibitions the sober strong spirit of the country, unfortunately not a prescient one, nor an attractively loveable, albeit of a righteous benevolence, labours on, doing the hourly duties for the sake of conscience, little for prospective security, little to win affection.