He also has staying power, and has gone through seven terrible years.

There is the trace of all the bitterness of that struggle in his face--which has lost in these years the almost boyish freshness of expression and outline, which bears in every deep line a mark of the ferocity of the passions by which his breast has been torn.

He is one of the many men in the House of Commons that give one the impression of being hunted by the worst and most pitiless of all furies--violent personal passion--especially for power, for triumph, for revenge.

But still, there he is--ready as ever to take part in the struggle--still holding the position he held seven years ago--with no sign of weakening or repentance, though there be plenty of the hunger of baulked revenge.
[Sidenote: The tragedy of politics.] What a pity it is we can't see some of those great political figures in the nudity of their souls.

They must have many a bitter moment--many an hour of dark and hopeless depression--probably far more than other men; for them emphatically life is a conflict and a struggle.