How do you do, and how do you feel? How does one feel when one becomes sister to the Admiralty?... Stanley[404] seems a terrible loss, but at this distance I cannot judge, of course. You will think me, of course, a Radical, but I think he is wrong, for the Irish Church always did strike me like a Hot-bed for raising Horse-Beans,--some would tell you for raising thistles, but I don’t go quite so far. I saw Mrs. Ellice, she is in such a Grey fermentation, it might be dangerous, but she foams it away in such long talk that it is very safe. I saw Mrs. Foggy[405] as she is called; pleasant, merry, and going on very well; people begin to get accustomed to her ways, and, I think, like her on the whole! Darling dear Foggy is in good humour, and all seems right. She is amusing, certainly, but certainly _elle parle gras_, as the French say, when people speak improprieties. I always think part of her education must have been carried on in the Canal boat, like _Vert Vert_, when he got away from the nuns. The Protestants are bristling all over this unfortunate country since the Reform. I have seen nothing like the excitement among them. The Catholics do not appear so excited. This is plain enough. The loss to 200,000 is immense, whereas the gain to 8,000,000 is comparatively small. _Miss Eden to Lady Campbell._ HAM COMMON, _Tuesday, July 23, 1834._ Yes, it is very odd--absolutely curious. But tho’ you and I live in two different islands--two different worlds--yet your letters always are just what I think, and know, and say, and they fit into my mood of mind, and you carry on the story I am telling--and you know all I did not tell you, and say all I did not know--and the whole thing amalgamates. That Littleton creature![406] Is not there an unity in that story of him with all I know? Let’s write his life. Did not I meet him at dinner the very week after the stramash, when everybody crossed the street if they saw him coming, they were so ashamed _for_ him? It was at a dinner at the Chancellor’s, the first given after Lord Melbourne’s appointment,[407] and he was there, and Lord Lansdowne, and several others, and Charles Grey[408] as sulky as possible. And next to him sat Mr. Littleton--and the first thing he chose to begin talking about across the table was something about “one of the _tustles that O’Connell and I have had_.” It set all our teeth on edge, everybody being naturally with a predisposition to _edge_-ism, and none of the ferment of the change having had time to subside--and he the guilty author of it all! I really would not have alluded for his sake to the letter O. I said to Lord Lansdowne: “Well, I am surprised at him, for I have refrained from talking about him, from really expecting his mind must give way, and that there will be some horrid tragedy to make us all repent having abused him.” And he said, “That is exactly my feeling. I look at him with astonishment; I can hardly believe he is what he seems to be.” I