corner of the room. Then stepping out on the balcony, he took a seat opposite his chief.
"This man," he said, "seems to be a literary person, who begins his letter in blank verse:—
"'O masters, lords and rulers in all lands,
How will the Future reckon with this Man?
How answer his brute question in that hour
When whirlwinds of rebellion shake the world?
How will it be with kingdoms and with kings—
With those who shaped him to the thing he is—
When this dumb terror shall reply to God,
After the silence of the centuries?'
"'Your advertisement states that you wish to benefit humanity. I claim no originality for my suggestion, but the time that has elapsed since it was first mooted gives you an opportunity of applying to it modern methods and modern thought, discarding what you may deem cumbrous, and adding improvements from the knowledge of to-day. For encouragement, I ask you to read Rudyard Kipling's poem, "Pharaoh and the Sergeant":—
"'Said England unto Pharaoh, "I must make a man of you
That will stand upon his feet and play the game";
and the poem goes on to show how the Sergeant
