There is a class of people who boast of their honesty and frankness because they "just say what they think," flinging out the words right and left as they come, no matter where they strike or whom they wound. Call it not honesty, this boasted frankness; call it rather miserable impertinence, reckless cruelty. We have no right to say what we think unless we think lovingly and sweetly. We certainly have no right to unlade our jealousies, envies, bad humours, and miserable spites upon our neighbour's heart. If we must be ugly-tempered, we should at least keep the ugliness locked up in our own breast, and not let it out to mar other people's happiness. Or, if we must speak out the wretched feelings, let us go into our own room and lock the door and close the windows, that no ears but our own shall hear the hateful words.