een fairly tried by a military tribunal, and the
sentence put up in every town in France, according to law.

Spain ought to have been conquered, and he should have gone there
himself had not the war with Russia occurred.

Lord Lauderdale was an English peer, but not of "la plus belle
race." England will repent of bringing the Russians so far: they
will deprive her of India.

If Mr. Fox had lived, he thought he should have made peace--praised
the noble way in which the negotiation was begun by him.

The Archduke Charles he did not think a man of great abilities.
"Tout ce que j'ai publie sur les finances est de l'Evangile," he
said--he allowed no _gaspillage_ and had an excellent
treasurer; owing to this he saved large sums out of his civil list.

The conscription produced 300,000 men yearly.

He thought us wrong in taking Belgium from France--he said it was
now considered as so intimately united that the loss was very
mortifying. Perhaps it would have been better, he said, to divide
France--he considered one great advantage to consist as I--(_End
of Journal_.)

[22] This account is copied from the old leather-bound journal, in
which it was written by Lord John the day after the interview;
there is no gap in the account, but the last part appears to have
been written later, and is unfinished.

During the session of 1813 Lord John was returned for the family borough of
Tavistock. He was obliged, however, principally owing to ill-health, to
retire from active life at the end of three years, during which time he
made a remarkable speech against the suspension of the Habeas Corpus Act.
It must have been at about this time that he thought of giving up politics
and devoting himself to literature, which brought the following
"Remonstrance" from his friend Thomas Moore:

REMONSTRANCE

(_After a conversation with Lord John Russell in which he had intimated
some idea of giving up all political pursuits_.)

What! _thou_, with thy genius, thy youth, and thy name--
Thou, born of a Russell--whose instinct to run
The accustomed career of thy sires, is the same
As the eaglet's to soar with his eyes on the sun.

Whose nobility comes to thee, stamped with a seal,
Far, far more ennobling than monarch e'er set,
With the blood of thy race, offered up for the weal
Of a nation that swears by that martyrdom yet I

Shalt _thou_ be fa