SEWARD. "Frequently produces a youth of enthusiastic hope!" Is this proposed as a perversion and calamity, a "youth" to be deprecated? NORTH. I really don't know--it looks almost like it. SEWARD. Will you say Wo and Alas! for the City--Wo and Alas! for the Nation--in which princes, and nobles, and the gentle of blood--and the merchants, and the husbandmen, and the peasants, and the artisans, suffer under this endemic and feverous malady--a "youth of enthusiastic hope?" Methinks, sir, you would expect there to find an overflow of Pericles's, and Pindars, and Phidias's, and Shakspeares, and Chathams, and Wolfes-- BULLER. Stop, Seward--spare us the Catalogue. SEWARD. You would say--here is the People that is to lead the world in Arms and in Arts. Only let us use all our endeavours to see that the community produces reason enough in balance of the enthusiasm. BULLER. Let us procure Aristotles, and Socrates's, and Newtons, and-- TALBOYS. What should a Philosopher do or say relatively to any particular power? He expounds an Economy of Nature. Therefore, he says, let us look how Nature deals with such or such a power. She gives it for such and such uses: and such is its fostering, and such are its phenomena. But as every power unbalanced carries the subject in which it inheres _ex orbita_, let us look how nature provides to balance _this_ power which we consider. NORTH. That, my dear Talboys, is a magnanimous and a capacious way of inquiry. But how can any man write about a power who has not a full sympathy with it? I have no doubt that Davy, when he wielded Galvanism to make wonderful and beautiful revelations of veiled things, deeply and largely sympathised with Galvanism. You would think it easier to sympathise with Imagination, and yet to Stewart it seems almost more difficult. Go on. TALBOYS. How has Nature dealt with her mighty and perilous power--Love. Look at it, where it is raised to its despotism--when a man loves a woman, and that woman that man. It is a power to unhinge a world. Lo! in proof "an old song"--the Iliad! 'Trojanas ut opes et lamentabile regnum Eruerint Danai!'