Just a trifle thick, he seemed to the eye as deep as the skies were high; any six-foot question, however, would have sounded him.
And yet he was in his day much lauded as a safe executive.

There may have been truth in that.

Your man of timid, slim, and shallow mediocrities, comparable to a canal, is not to be despised.

He will not be the Mississippi, truly; he will sweep away no bridges, overflow no regions roundabout; no navies will battle on his bosom; the world in its giant commerces will not make of him a thoroughfare.

But he will mean safety and profit for a horde of little special selfish interests, and that is the sort of President a day dominated of Money demands.