I have heard from
my brother John, and now expect almost hourly to see him. The
Spanish revolution, as he now sees and as many foresaw, is a mere
vision. The people are unready, unripe, unfit, and therefore
unwilling; had it not been so they would have done their work
themselves; it is as impossible to urge on the completion of such a
change before the time as to oppose it when the time is come. John
now writes that, all hope of rousing the Spaniards being over, and
their party consequently dispersing, he is thinking of bending his
steps homeward, and talks of once more turning his attention to the
study of the law. I know not what to say or think. My cousin,
Horace Twiss, was put into Parliament by Lord Clarendon, but the
days of such parliamentary patronage are numbered, and I do not
much deplore it, though I sometimes fancy that the House of
Commons, could it by any means have been opened to him, might
perhaps have been the best sphere for John. His natural abilities
are brilliant, and his eloquence, energy, and activity of mind
might perhaps have been made more and more quickly available for
good purposes in that than in any other career.
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