He has said nothing, written nothing, done nothing, which lives in the heart of his countrymen.

To look back upon his record is to see a desert, and a desert with no altar and with no monument, without even one tomb at which a friend might weep.

One does not say of him, "He nearly succeeded there," or "What a tragedy that he turned from this to take up that"; one does not feel for him at any point in his career as one feels for Mr.George Wyndham or even for Lord Randolph Churchill; from its outset until now that career stretches before our eyes in a flat and uneventful plain of successful but inglorious and ineffective self-seeking.
There is one signal characteristic of the Balfourian manner which is worthy of remark.

It is an assumption in general company of a most urbane, nay, even a most cordial spirit.

I have heard many people declare at a public reception that he is the most gracious of men, and seen many more retire from shaking his hand with a flush of pride on their faces as though Royalty had stooped to inquire after the measles of their youngest child.