those whom Cobden addressed, we like to glorify our ancestors and ourselves, and we do not particularly care to give ear to what we are pleased to term unpatriotic, and, at times, even treasonable talk.
In other words, and in plain, unpalatable English, our minds are saturated with cant.
Only in the case of others do we see things as they really are. Ceasing to be individually interested, we then at once become nothing unless critical.
So, when it comes to rebellions, we, like Cobden's Engli Lee.
The two are closely interwoven—for Virginia was always Virginia, and the Lees were, first, over and above all, Virginians.
It was the Duke of Wellington who, on a certain memorable occasion, indignantly remarked, in his delightful French-English: Mais avant toutje suis gentilhomme Anglais.
So might have said the Lees of Virginia of themselves.
As respects Virginia, moreover, I am fain to say there was in the attitude of the State toward the Confederacy, and, indeed, in its bearing t