text:  When in the name of goodness is the heart of the philanthropist to be gladdened with the desire of peace fulfilled over the earth? When are paltry family intrigues to cease causing the blood of innocent thousands to be shed? When will the aristocracy of genius in France give over jingling like castanets their trashy rhymes "_gloire_" and "_victoire_ " and apply themselves to objects worthy of creatures endowed with the faculty of reason? Or if they must have fighting if it is their nature if the prime instinct with them is the thirst of human blood how cowardly how paltry is it to hound on their fellow-countrymen to war with England to war with Spain to war with every body while snug in their offices doing their little best to bleed nations with their pen! Why does not the foolscap aristocracy rush forth inkhorn in hand and restore the glories (as they call them) of the Empire nor pause till they mend their pens victorious upon the brink of the Rhine