And he's such a splendid orator.

I persuaded him to-day to read me one of his college papers.

I don't seem to recall much of the substance, but it was full of the most beautiful expressions.

One, I remember, begins, 'Oh, of all the flowers that swing their golden censers in the parterre of the human heart, none so rich, so rare as this one flower of--' you know I've forgotten what it was--Civilisation or Truth or something.

Anyway, whatever it was, it had like a giant engine rolled the car of Civilisation out from the maze of antiquity, where she now waits to be freighted with the precious fruits of living genius, and so on." "That seems impressive and--mixed, perhaps ?" "Of course I can't remember things in their order, but it was about the essential nature of man being gregarious, and truth is a potent factor in civilisation, and something would be a tear on the world's cold cheek to make it burn forever--isn't that striking?
And Greece had her Athens and her Corinth, but where now is Greece with her proud cities?
And Rome, Imperial Rome, with all her pomp and splendour.