John Morley: “What sane man could admit this to be a satisfactory or a wholesome state of things?”

All alike concerned themselves with its truth or falsehood, with what they counted to be its abstract fitness or unfitness.

This was a complete falsification of a whole set of our national promises.

But the Poet Laureate has written his own song on the hearts of his countrymen that can never die.

An Indian gentleman has been placed on the Council of the Viceroy--not an everyday transaction.