These execrate him as the full-grown Golden Calf of heathenish worship.

And they are so restive because they are so patriotic.

Think a little upon the ideas of unpatriotic Celts regarding him.

You have heard them.

You tell us they are you: accurately, they affirm, succinctly they see you in his crescent outlines, tame bulk, spasms of alarm and foot on the weaker; his imperviousness to whatsoever does not confront the sensual eye of him with a cake or a fist, his religious veneration of his habitual indulgences, his peculiar forms of nightmare.