archs were buried. There, too, the
great ones of the world had come. Men whose names were imperishable
were buried in that mausoleum of the illustrious dead! And he--well,
he was nothing now, but men should hear of him in the future. While
keenly observant of the procedure of the House, he sometimes found
himself dreaming dreams. He thought of the time when Disraeli was
refused a hearing in that historic assembly, remembered how the Irish,
led by the great Daniel O'Connell, refused to listen to him, and how,
when at length he had sat down, after trying to make a speech, he shook
his fist in the faces of the excited crowd, and cried: "You will not
hear me now, but one day you'll be glad to hear me!" Well, why not he?
It is true Disraeli was a man of genius, but he was handicapped on
every hand. He was a Jew, and when he commenced his career the
prejudice against Jews was stronger even than it was to-day. He was in
debt, too, and was hampered on every hand, and yet he had broken down
all opposition. He had conquered prejudice, had mastered one of the
greatest prime ministers of the age, and was for years the central
figure of the Government of the Empire. It just showed what one strong
man could do; and he would do it. But at the back of everything was
the face of Mary Bolitho. It was for her he was going to win fame and
renown. It was at her feet that he would lay all he could win.

Of course many will feel like smiling at these dreams of youth. All
the same, the young man who does not dream impossible dreams and
determine to win impossible battles will never do much. It is these
things which keep the world young and eternally hopeful. Sad will it
be for the youth of England when they cease to be!

Fleet Street, too, fascinated him beyond words. Next to the Houses of
Parliament, he loved to walk along this busy thoroughfare. Sometimes
he would stand there and watch the crowd as it went hurrying
by--perhaps the most interesting crowd in the world. Here nameless
vagrants rubbed shoulder to shoulder with men who were influencing the
thought of the nation. This was the home of one of the greatest
estates of the land. It was from here that millions of newspapers were
sent, containing the hopes, the aspirations, the life of the people.
None of these papers mentioned his name as yet, for he had never dared
to try to catch the Speaker's eye, but the time would come when he
would. Leading articles should be