When her husband came in, I was startled to observe how much thinner he had become and how loosely his clothes hung upon him.

But as soon as he began to talk, the old fire flamed up, and he discoursed eloquently about Irish Home-Rule, the divorce question, (one of his hobbies), and the dangers that threatened America from plutocracy and laxity of wedlock, and the facilities of divorce that sap the sanctities of domestic life.

It was during that conversation that Gladstone tittered the sentence that I have often had occasion to quote.

He said: "Amid all the pressure of public cares and duties, I thank God for the Sabbath _with its rest for the body and the soul_." One reason for his wonderful longevity was that he had never robbed his brain of the benefits of God's appointed day of rest.

After our delightful talk was ended, the Grand Old Man went off in pursuit of an imperial photograph, which he kindly signed with his autograph, and gave to my wife, and it now graces the walls of the room in which I am writing.
Many men have been great in some direction: William Ewart Gladstone was great in nearly all directions.