The whole European situation resembles a game of marbles played by schoolboys. It is not much more dignified than that. Each boy tries on the quiet to appropriate some of the marbles out of another boy’s bag. From time to time, in consequence, furious scrim mages arise-generally between two boysthe others looking on and laughing, knowing
well that they themselves are guilty of the same tricks. Presently, in the fortunes of the game, one boy-a little more blundering or a little less disguised than the others-lays himself open to the accusations of the whole crew. They all fall upon him, and give him a good drubbing; and even some of them say they are punishing him for his g o o d ! When shall we make an end, once for all, of this murderous nonsense?