Mr. Henry Reeve is so desirous to shed lustre on
the memory of M. Thiers, that he sends to the Times an extract from a very recent letter of the old French statesman's, expressing sentiments which, says Mr. Reeve, "bear the stamp of his un- rivalled sagacity :"—" VoiI4," said M. Thiers, in this letter, " les Tures oi . veine de succes ! L'Europe a ad inique envers eux, car la justice et le Writable int6ret de requilibre universe' etaient avec eux. On aura fort It regretter l'abandon dans lequel on les a laiss6e,"—and so on. If that is "unrivalled sagacity," we sup- pose that every second Englishman you meet must have the. SAM great quality, for these remarks have long been the common- places of drawing-rooms ; and no doubt Mr. Reeve must have rivalled, or perhaps even surpassed, them himself every day for the last six weeks. Indeed M. Thiers was always at his weakest, because at the exclusively and selfishly French point of view, when writing on foreign policy. He was for protecting the temporal power of the Pope, for keeping Italy divided, for keeping Germany divided, and for almost every other thoroughly selfish foreign policy that has been broached during our time. Mr. Reeve has not earned his friend any fresh respect by his extract, but has rather recalled to us all that was weakest in his political character.
