"Ear! Ear!" cried the man from prison, deeply moved.

He spoke of the wisdom of our forefathers, of the slow growth of venerable institutions, of moral and social traditions, that fitted our English national characteristics as the skin fits the hand.

"Ear! Ear!" groaned the man from prison, with tears of excitement on his cheeks.

And now all these things were to go into the melting pot.

Yes, into the melting pot! Because three men in London twenty years ago had seen fit to mix something indescribable in a bottle, all the order and sanctity of things--Cries of "No! No!"-- Well, if it was not to be so, they must exert themselves, they must say good-bye to hesitation--Here there came a gust of cheering.