One morning, while we were being lined up for a photograph, the boar-hound of our host came and forced himself between the Archbishop and myself.
"What would the newspapers say," exclaimed the Archbishop in my ear, "if they knew that his name is--_Kaiser_!" In this manner he regards all sensational excitement of every kind.

When people are tearing their hair, and the welkin rings with such affrighting cries as Downfall and Crisis, the Archbishop's rather solemn and alarmed countenance breaks up into a genial smile.

It is when people are immovable in otiose self-satisfaction, when the air is still and when lethargy creeps over the whole body of humanity, that the face of Dr.Davidson hardens.

There is nothing he dreads more than apathy, nothing that so stimulates his policy of constant pressure as inertia.
Ndengei, the supreme deity of the Fiji Islands, the laziest of all the gods, has the serpent for his effigy.

"The Devil tempts the busy man," says a Turkish proverb, "but the idle man tempts the Devil." One of those who has worked with the Archbishop for many years, although his views are of a rather extreme order and his temperament altogether of the excessive kind, said to me the other day, "When Randall Davidson went to Canterbury, I told those who asked me what would be the result of his reign.