After several previous questions, remarks and rejoinders, I continued: Well, sir, after all, I cannot help feeling very uncomfortably as to my ideas of human nature, when I find that there is no dependence to be placed upon its perseverance, and that, at least among the illiterate, the most promising appearances may end in the foulest disgrace. You think then that literature and a cultivated mind are the only assurance for the constancy of our principles? Humh! - why do you suppose, sir, that learning and ingenuity do not often serve people rather to hide their crimes, than to restrain them from committing them? History tells us strange things in that respect. Williams! said Mr. Falkland, a little disturbed, you are extremely given to censure and severity. I hope not. I am sure I am most fond of looking on the other side of the picture, and considering how many men have been aspersed, and even at some time or other almost torn to pieces by their fellow creatures, whom, when properly understood, we find worthy of our reverence and love. Indeed, replied Mr. Falkland with a sigh, when I consider these things, I do not wonder at the dying exclamation of Brutus, O Virtue! I sought thee as a substance, but I find thee an empty name! I am too much inclined to be of his opinion. Why to be sure, sir, innocence and guilt are too much confounded in human life. I remember an affecting story of a poor man in the reign of queen Elizabeth, who would have infallibly been hanged for murder upon the strength of circumstantial evidence, if the person really concerned had not been himself upon the jury, and prevented it. In saying this I touched the spring that wakened madness in his mind. He came up to me with a ferocious countenance as if determined to force me into a confession of my thoughts. A sudden pang however seemed to change his design; he drew back with trepidation; and exclaimed, Detested be the universe, and the laws that govern it! Honour, justice, virtue are all the juggle of knaves! If it were in my power, I would instantly crush the whole system into nothing! I replied; Oh, sir! things are not so bad as you imagine. The world was made for men of sense to do what they will with it. Its affairs cannot be better than in the direction of the genuine heroes; and, as in the end they will be found the truest friends of the whole, so the multitude have nothing to do,