and as inefficient to represent a particular object or emotion as _x_ or
_y_ to set forth the relation of Hamlet to Ophelia. He would even
exercise his children in this art of the higher truthfulness, and would
purposely make them give him an account of something which he had seen
and they had seen, checking them the moment he saw a lapse from
originality. Such was the Tory correspondent of the _Gazette_.
I ought to say, by way of apology for him, that in his day it signified
little or nothing whether Tory or Whig was in power. Politics had not
become what they will one day become, a matter of life or death, dividing
men with really private love and hate. What a mockery controversy was in
the House! How often I have seen members, who were furious at one
another across the floor, quietly shaking hands outside, and inviting one
another to dinner! I have heard them say that we ought to congratulate
ourselves that parliamentary differences do not in this country breed
personal animosities. To me this seemed anything but a subject of
congratulation. Men who are totally at variance ought not to be friends,
and if Radical and Tory are not totally, but merely superficially at
variance, so much the worse for their Radicalism and Toryism.
It is possible, and even probable, that the public fury and the
subsequent amity were equally absurd. Most of us have no real loves and
no real hatreds. Blessed is love, less blessed is hatred, but thrice
accursed is that indifference which is neither one nor the other, the
muddy mess which men call friendship.
M’Kay—for that was his name—lived, as I have said, in Goodge Street,
where he had unfurnished apartments. I often spent part of the Sunday
with him, and I may forestall obvious criticism by saying that I do not
pretend for a moment to defend myself from inconsistency in denouncing
members of Parliament for their duplicity, M’Kay and myself being also
guilty of something very much like it. But there was this difference
between us and our parliamentary friends, that we always divested
ourselves of all hypocrisy when we were alone. We then dropped the stage
costume which members continued to wear in the streets and at the
dinner-table, and in which some of them even slept and said their
prayers.
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