It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was
the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was
the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was
the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was
the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything
before us, we had nothing before us, we were all
going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other
way—in short, the period was so far like the present period,
that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being
received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of
comparison only.
There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a
plain face, on the throne of England; there were a king with
a large jaw and a queen with a fair face, on the throne of
France. In both countries it was clearer than crystal to the
lords of the State preserves of loaves and fishes, that things
in general were settled for ever.
It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred
and seventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded
to England at that favoured period, as at this. Mrs. South