CHAPTER XVIII.
THE LEGACY OF HATE ...

Immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield.
-- PARADISE LOST.
The last time I went abroad, a Briton on the boat told me a story about an American tourist who asked an old English gardener how they made such splendid lawns over there.
"First we cut the grass," said the gardener, "and then we roll it.

Then we cut it, and then we roll it." "That's just what we do," said the American.
"Ah," returned the gardener, "but over here we've been doing it five hundred years!" In Liverpool another Englishman told me the same story.

Three or four others told it to me in London.

In Kent I heard it twice, and in Sussex five or six times.