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what is left of them after continued inhalations of class prejudices , rigidly enjoin complete abstinence from fresh ideas ; moreover , that an orthodox belief in Sir Hector ' s infallibility has been hitherto a nrimarv qualification for all important and agreeable places . Hence ,
in the anticipation of new events " looming , in the future" of our political horizon , and in patriotic grief at our past diplomatic inefficiency , he has elucidated a , real history of ambassadorial duties and the art of negotiation , which is * the only history of the kind ever written by an Englishman ; and the sooner Lords Westmoreland and Stuart de Redcliffe read it the better .
There are but three men whose intimate knowledge of the affairs of the East admits of no question . Long experience has acted upon them differently to what it has done upon Lord Stuart de Redcliffe or Lord Westmoreland , for it has " made them—sage" 'The gentlemen ( we need scarcely name them , so well are their talents known and appreciated by all those who are cognisant of diplomatic requirements ) are Mr . Gi-renville Murray , Mr . Smyth , and Col . Rawlinson . It is almost as needless to add that the first , with a wife and family
dependent on him , is kept upon a starving pittance of £ 200 a year , notwithstanding his great services at Mitylene , Smyrna , & c , and his proficiency in ten European languages—for to speak truth to great patrons in one , is a fatal bar to promotion—whilst the other two , we believe , are to this hour without preferment at all , not having any association with Sarah , Duchess of Bedford , the " fons et origo" of
advancement . Now , if the present crisis of events did not open the eyes of the most napping lord or commoner to the necessity of employing such men , that the volume of the Roving Englishman , pointing out what wheel-within-wheel of heart mechanism and motive enters into
the composition of true diplomacy , could not fail to do so , the reader would suppose . But we know John Bull aristocracy better , and so long as pence are to be got by the toady , preferment will be lavished on him rather than on the true man . It is impossible to overrate the talent of this book—it sells like wildfire literally . Truth , common sense , accurate knowledge , sound historical research , burn in glaring
language on its pages ; its light would penetrate everywhere but into •—St . Stephen ' s ! But , no ! " sense comes not there ! " As well expect a donkey , contemplating the setting sun on Hampstead Heath , to understand the cause of the great luminary ' s decline , as imagine that our egotistic nationality , wherein promotion individually depends upon supple compliance with ministerial bumbledom , will ever submit itself fully to recognise and redress the causes of our country ' s
decline . Like the donkey , your British Minister , with feet firmly planted in obstinacy against the truth , and outstretched tail , will glare with stolid eyeballs at the country ' s fall . Now and then , as a fresh portion of its glorious disc is shrouded , he will lift up his neck a trifle , and show his teeth , the picture of stupid amazement ; until , when the orb of his country ' s day is extinguished finally , by the venal patronage of inefficient diplomatists , he will probably give vent to his feelings in a prodigious bray , and then turn round and kick
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what is left of them after continued inhalations of class prejudices , rigidly enjoin complete abstinence from fresh ideas ; moreover , that an orthodox belief in Sir Hector ' s infallibility has been hitherto a nrimarv qualification for all important and agreeable places . Hence ,
in the anticipation of new events " looming , in the future" of our political horizon , and in patriotic grief at our past diplomatic inefficiency , he has elucidated a , real history of ambassadorial duties and the art of negotiation , which is * the only history of the kind ever written by an Englishman ; and the sooner Lords Westmoreland and Stuart de Redcliffe read it the better .
There are but three men whose intimate knowledge of the affairs of the East admits of no question . Long experience has acted upon them differently to what it has done upon Lord Stuart de Redcliffe or Lord Westmoreland , for it has " made them—sage" 'The gentlemen ( we need scarcely name them , so well are their talents known and appreciated by all those who are cognisant of diplomatic requirements ) are Mr . Gi-renville Murray , Mr . Smyth , and Col . Rawlinson . It is almost as needless to add that the first , with a wife and family
dependent on him , is kept upon a starving pittance of £ 200 a year , notwithstanding his great services at Mitylene , Smyrna , & c , and his proficiency in ten European languages—for to speak truth to great patrons in one , is a fatal bar to promotion—whilst the other two , we believe , are to this hour without preferment at all , not having any association with Sarah , Duchess of Bedford , the " fons et origo" of
advancement . Now , if the present crisis of events did not open the eyes of the most napping lord or commoner to the necessity of employing such men , that the volume of the Roving Englishman , pointing out what wheel-within-wheel of heart mechanism and motive enters into
the composition of true diplomacy , could not fail to do so , the reader would suppose . But we know John Bull aristocracy better , and so long as pence are to be got by the toady , preferment will be lavished on him rather than on the true man . It is impossible to overrate the talent of this book—it sells like wildfire literally . Truth , common sense , accurate knowledge , sound historical research , burn in glaring
language on its pages ; its light would penetrate everywhere but into •—St . Stephen ' s ! But , no ! " sense comes not there ! " As well expect a donkey , contemplating the setting sun on Hampstead Heath , to understand the cause of the great luminary ' s decline , as imagine that our egotistic nationality , wherein promotion individually depends upon supple compliance with ministerial bumbledom , will ever submit itself fully to recognise and redress the causes of our country ' s
decline . Like the donkey , your British Minister , with feet firmly planted in obstinacy against the truth , and outstretched tail , will glare with stolid eyeballs at the country ' s fall . Now and then , as a fresh portion of its glorious disc is shrouded , he will lift up his neck a trifle , and show his teeth , the picture of stupid amazement ; until , when the orb of his country ' s day is extinguished finally , by the venal patronage of inefficient diplomatists , he will probably give vent to his feelings in a prodigious bray , and then turn round and kick