I should like to belong to the second
class, but often I cannot. I love mankind in general, but I
constantly meet with individuals whose baseness revolts me. I
struggle daily against a universal contempt for my fellow,
creatures."--MEMOIRS AND REMAINS OF DE TOCQUEVILLE, vol. i. p.
813. (Letter to Kergorlay, Nov. 13th, 1833).
(9) Gleig's 'Life of Wellington,' pp. 314, 315.
(10) 'Life of Arnold,' i. 94.
(11) See the 'Memoir of George Wilson, M.D., F.R.S.E.' By his sister
(Edinburgh, 1860).
(12) Such cases are not unusual. We personally knew a young lady, a
countrywoman of Professor Wilson, afflicted by cancer in the
breast, who concealed the disease from her parents lest it should
occasion them distress. An operation became necessary; and when
the surgeons called for the purpose of performing it, she herself
answered the door, received them with a cheerful countenance, led
them upstairs to her room, and submitted to the knife; and her
parents knew nothing of the operation until it was all over.
But the disease had become too deeply seated for recovery,
and the noble self-denying girl died, cheerful and uncomplaining
to the end.
(13) "One night, about eleven o'clock, Keats returned home in a state
of strange physical excitement--it might have appeared, to those
who did not know him, one of fierce intoxication. He told his
friend he had been outside the stage-coach, had received a severe
chill, was a little fevered, but added, 'I don't feel it now.
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