If Cobden had not rushed beyond civilisation, I should like to offer him my little book.

I should like it.

Self-love is the great malady of England, and immortal would the statesman be who could and would tear a wider horizon for the popular mind.

As to the rifle cry, _I_ never doubted (for one) that it had its beginning with 'interested persons.' Never was any cry more ignoble.

A rescues B from being murdered by C, and E cries out, 'What if _A_ should murder _me_!' That's the logic of the subject.