escaped the clutches of the poets.

"Just cast your mind's eye into that great omnibus. The society is

mixed, for king and beggar, genius and idiot, sit side by side. They

must go without their property and money; they have only the

service-book and the gift out of the savings bank with them. But which

of our deeds is selected and given to us? Perhaps quite a little

one, one that we have forgotten, but which has been recorded- small as

a pea, but the pea can send out a blooming shoot. The poor bumpkin who