But the Major cried out, "Go on, Doctor, go on.

Look farther yet, and tell us what you see.

Give us a bit more poetry while your hand is in." He faced round, and I fancied I could detect a latent smile about his mouth.
"I see," said he, "a vision of a nation, the colony of the greatest race on the earth, who began their career with more advantages than ever fell to the lot of a young nation yet.

War never looked on them.
Not theirs was the lot to fight, like the Americans, through bankruptcy and inexperience towards freedom and honour.No.Freedom came to them, Heavensent, red-tape-bound, straight from Downing-street.

Millions of fertile acres, gold in bushels were theirs, and yet----" "Go on," said the Major.
"I see a vision of broken railway arches and ruined farms.