"The place is a country town in a good air, where there is a large establishment for education, and many children, some of considerable rank, placed in it. As a _country_ town, it is less liable to objections of every kind. It has always appeared to me, that the moral defect in Italy does _not_ proceed from a _conventual_ education,--because, to my certain knowledge, they come out of their convents innocent even to _ignorance_ of moral evil,--but to the state of society into which they are directly plunged on coming out of it. It is like educating an infant on a mountain-top, and then taking him to the sea and throwing him into it and desiring him to swim. The evil, however, though still too general, is partly wearing away, as the women are more permitted to marry from attachment: this is, I believe, the case also in France. And after all, what is the higher society of England? According to my own experience, and to all that I have seen and heard (and I have lived there in the very highest and what is called the _best_), no way of life can be more corrupt. In Italy, however, it is, or rather _was_, more _systematised_; but _now_, they themselves are ashamed of _regular_ Serventism. In England, the only homage which they pay to virtue is hypocrisy. I speak of course of the _tone_ of high life,--the middle ranks may be very virtuous.
"I have not got any copy (nor have yet had) of the letter on Bowles; of course I should be delighted to send it to you. How is Mrs. H.? well again, I hope. Let me know when you set out. I regret that I cannot meet you in the Bernese Alps this summer, as I once hoped and intended. With my best respects to madam, I am ever, &c.
"P.S. I gave to a musician_er_ a letter for you some time ago--has he presented himself? Perhaps you could introduce him to the Ingrains and other dilettanti. He is simple and unassuming--two strange things in his profession--and he fiddles like Orpheus himself or Amphion: 'tis a pity that he can't make Venice dance away from the brutal tyrant who tramples upon it."
"A Milan paper states that the play has been represented and universally condemned. As remonstrance has been vain, complaint would be useless. I presume, however, for your own sake (if not for mine), that you and my other friends will have at least published my different protests against its being brought upon the stage at all; and have shown that Elliston (in spite of the writer) _forced_ it upon the theatre. It would be nonsense to say that this has not vexed me a good deal, but I am not dejected, and I shall not take the usual resource of blaming the public (which was in the right), or my friends for not preventing--what they could not help, nor I neither--a _forced_ representation by a speculating manager. It is a pity that you did not show them its _unfitness_ for the stage before the play was _published_, and exact a promise from the managers not to act it. In case of their refusal, we would not have published it at all. But this is too late.