Wide Continents, long Epochs and AEons hang on this poor jargoning of yours; the Eternal Destinies are asking their much-favored Nation, 'Will you, can you ?'--much-favored Nation is answering in that manner.

Astonished at its own stupidity, and taking refuge in laughter.

The Eternal Destinies are very patient with some Nations; and can disregard their follies, for a long while; and have their Cromwell, have their Pitt, or what else is essential, ready for the poor Nation, in a grandly silent way! "Certain it is,--though how could poor Newcastle know it at all!--here is again the hour of tide for England.

Tide is full again; has been flowing long hundreds of years, and is full: certain, too, that time and tide wait on no man or nation.

In a dialect different from Cromwell's or Pitt's, but with a sense true to theirs, I call it the Eternal Destinies knocking at England's door again: 'Are you ready for the crisis, birth-point of long Ages to you, which is now come ?' Greater question had not been, for centuries past.