thless, and almost selfish, in
his fear of the consequences of Sir Robert Peel's measures.]

What a fine thing faith in God is, even when one's own individual
interests must perish, even though the temporary interests of one's
country may appear threatened with adversity! What an _uncommonly_ fine
thing it is under such circumstances to do right, and to be able to
believe in right doing!... As I listened to the persons by whom I was
surrounded, and considered their position and circumstances--their forks
and spoons, their very good dinner, and all their etceteras of luxury
and enjoyment,--I thought that, having all they have, if they had faith
in God and in their fellow-creatures besides, they would have the
portion of those who have none of the good things of this world--they
would have too much.

Will the days ever come when men will see that _Christ_ believed in
humanity as none of His followers has ever done since; that _He_,
knowing its infirmity better than any other, trusted in its capacity for
good more than any other? We are constantly told that people can't be
taught this, and can't learn that, and can't do t'other; and _He_ taught
them nothing short of absolute perfection: "Be ye perfect as your Father
in heaven is perfect." Are we to suppose He did not mean what he said?

"I must eat my dinner," as Caliban says, and, therefore, farewell.

I am ever yours,
FANNY.

P.S.--I did not impart these sentiments of mine to my fellow-guests at
Lady Grey's, but kept them in my bosom, and went to the opera, and saw
little Marie Taglioni dance, in a way that clearly shows that she is _la
niece de sa tante_, and stands in that wonderful dancer's shoes.

KING STREET, Wednesday, 23d, 1848.

The staircase I have to go up to my dressing-room at the Princess's
Theatre is one with which you are unacquainted, my dearest Hal, for it
is quite in another part of the house, beyond the green-room, and before
you come to the stage.... Not only had I this inconvenient distance and
height to go, but the dressing-room appointed for me had not even a
fireplace in it; at this I remonstrated, and am now accommodated
decently in a room with a fire, though in the same inconvenient position
as regards the stage.... Mr. Maddox assured me that Macready poisoned
every place he went into, to such a degree,