Prophecy--and incidental propaganda--by imaginary retrospect is a literary device of some antiquity. And it lends itself admirbly to the conceit of persons who find that the cherished ways of their contemporaries are badly in need of mending. It is this quite questionable method which is employed by A.J. Dawson...to illustrate the folly of what has been called "Little Englandism," to glorify the imperial policies which are identified with the names of Mr. Joseph Chamberlain and the late Cecil Rhodes, to throw opprobrium upon "disarmament," and to solidify and encourage the British imperial sentiment as opposed to the cosmopolite sentiment of humanity. --New York Times
er, had left Cambridge a few months before my summons home, in order to enter his father's office in Moorgate Street. His father was of the mysteriously named tribe of "financial agents," and had evidently found it a profitable calling.
As I never understood anything of even the nomenclature of finance, I will not attempt to describe the business into which my friend had been absorbed; but I remember that it afforded occupation for dozens of gentlemanly young fellows, the correctness of whose coiffure and general appearance was beyond praise. These beautifully groomed young gentlemen sat upon high stools at desks of great brilliancy. They used an ingenious arrangement of foolscap paper to protect their shirt-cuffs from contact with baser things, and one of the reasons for the evident care lavished upon the disposition of their hair may have been the fact that they made it a point of honour to go hatless when taking the air or out upon business during the day. Their general appearance and depor