pired imagery.
No living man surpasses him in splendour of oratorical expression. His
speeches form a literature all their own.

When, for example, yielding to that persistent Call of Empire for his
service he interpreted England's cause in the war at Queen's Hall in
London, in September, 1914, in what was in many respects his noblest
speech, he said in referring to Belgium and Servia:

"God has chosen little nations as the vessels by which He carries His
choicest wines to the lips of humanity, to rejoice their hearts, to
exalt their vision, to stimulate and strengthen their faith; and if we
had stood by when two little nations were being crushed and broken by
the brutal hands of barbarism, our shame would have rung down the
everlasting ages."

In closing this speech which he gave the characteristic Lloyd George
title of "Through Terror to Triumph," he uttered a peroration full of
meaning and significance to United States in its present hour of pride
and prosperity. He said:

"We have been living in a sheltered valley for generations. We have
been too comfortable and too indulgent, many, perhaps, too
selfish, and the stern hand of fate has scourged us to an elevation
where we can see the everlasting things that matter for a
nation--the great peaks we had forgotten, of Honour, Duty,
Patriotism, and, clad in glittering white, the towering pinacle of
Sacrifice pointing like a rugged finger to Heaven.

"We shall descend into the valleys again; but as long as the men
and women of this generation last, they will carry in their hearts
the image of those mighty peaks whose foundations are not shaken,
though Europe rock and sway in the convulsions of a great war."

Now take a closing look at the man himself. You see a stocky, well-knit
figure, broad of shoulder and deep of chest. The animated body is
surmounted by a face that alternately beams and gleams. There are
strength and sensitiveness, good humour, courage and resolution in these
features. His eyes are large and luminous, aglow at times with the
poetry of the Celt: aflame again with the fervour of mighty purpose. He
moves swiftly. To have him pass you by is to get a breath of life.

To all this strength and power he brings undeniable charm. In action he
is like a man exalted: in repose he becomes tender, dreamy, almost
childlike. His whole nature seems to be driven by a vast and volcanic
energy. This is wh