Large culture, a philosophical grasp of the world's history, a scientific conception of human life; again, thorough familiarity with the questions of the day, a mind no less acute in the judgment of detail than broad in its vision of principles: moreover, genuine sympathy with the aspirations of the average man, yet no bias to sentimental weakness; with all this, the heaven-sent gift of leadership, power of speech, calm and justified self-confidence.

Lashmar's face beamed as he recognised each trait.
Breakspeare, the while, regarded him with half-closed eyes in which twinkled a world of humour.
"A little too generous, I'm afraid," Dyce remarked at length, thoughtfully.
"Not a bit of it!" cried the editor, scratching the tip of his nose, where he had somehow caught a spot of ink.

"Bald facts; honest portraiture.

It doesn't displease you ?" "How could it?
I only hope I may be recognised by such of your readers as have met me." "You certainly will be.

I shall follow this up with a portrait of the least acceptable type of Conservative candidate, wherein all will recognise our Parliamentary incubus.