In the morning Lord John Russell drove me back to London in his cabriolet, much amused with what I had seen and heard.

But I must stop.
Ever yours T.B.M.
To Hannah M.Macaulay.
Basinghall Street: July 15 1831.
My dear Sister,--The rage of faction at the present moment exceeds anything that has been known in our day.

Indeed I doubt whether, at the time of Mr.Pitt's first becoming Premier, at the time of Sir Robert Walpole's fall, or even during the desperate struggles between the Whigs and Tories at the close of Anne's reign, the fury of party was so fearfully violent.

Lord Mahon said to me yesterday that friendships of long standing were everywhere giving way, and that the schism between the reformers and the anti-reformers was spreading from the House of Commons into every private circle.

Lord Mahon himself is an exception.
He and I are on excellent terms.