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chosen three。 The arduous task completed； Thornton Hunt presented each of his three friends with a number of autographic letters； which； according to Miss Bird's description； he took almost at random from the eliminated pile。 Amongst the lot that fell to Miss Bird's share was a roll of stained paper tied up with tape。 This she was led to suppose … she never carefully examined it … might be either a copy or a draft of some friend's unpublished poem。
The unknown treasure was put away in a drawer with the rest。 Here it remained undisturbed for forty…three years。 Having now occasion to remove these papers； she opened the forgotten scroll； and was at once struck both with the words of the 'Hyperion；' and with the resemblance of the writing to Keats's。
She forthwith consulted the Keepers of the Manuscripts in the British Museum； with the result that her TROUVAILLE was immediately identified as the poet's own draft of the 'Hyperion。' The responsible authorities soon after； offered the fortunate possessor five hundred guineas for the manuscript； but courteously and honestly informed her that； were it put up to auction； some American collector would be almost sure to give a much larger sum for it。
Miss Bird's patriotism prevailed over every other consideration。 She expressed her wish that the poem should be retained in England； and generously accepted what was indubitably less than its market value。
CHAPTER XLVII
A MAN whom I had known from my school…days； Frederick Thistlethwayte； coming into a huge fortune when a subaltern in a marching regiment； had impulsively married a certain Miss Laura Bell。 In her early days； when she made her first appearance in London and in Paris； Laura Bell's extraordinary beauty was as much admired by painters as by men of the world。 Amongst her reputed lovers were Dhuleep Singh； the famous Marquis of Hertford； and Prince Louis Napoleon。 She was the daughter of an Irish constable； and began life on the stage at Dublin。 Her Irish wit and sparkling merriment； her cajolery； her good nature and her feminine artifice； were attractions which； in the eyes of the male sex； fully atoned for her youthful indiscretions。
My intimacy with both Mr。 and Mrs。 Thistlethwayte extended over many years； and it is but justice to her memory to aver that； to the best of my belief； no wife was ever more faithful to her husband。 I speak of the Thistlethwaytes here for two reasons … absolutely unconnected in themselves； yet both interesting in their own way。 The first is； that at my friend's house in Grosvenor Square I used frequently to meet Mr。 Gladstone； sometimes alone； sometimes at dinner。 As may be supposed； the dinner parties were of men； but mostly of men eminent in public life。 The last time I met Mr。 Gladstone there the Duke of Devonshire and Sir W。 Harcourt were both present。 I once dined with Mrs。 Thistlethwayte in the absence of her husband； when the only others were Munro of Novar … the friend of Turner； and the envied possessor of a splendid gallery of his pictures … and the Duke of Newcastle … then a Cabinet Minister。 Such were the notabilities whom the famous beauty gathered about her。
But it is of Mr。 Gladstone that I would say a word。 The fascination which he exercised over most of those who came into contact with him is incontestable； and everyone is entitled to his own opinion； even though unable to account for it。 This； at least； must be my plea； for to me； Mr。 Gladstone was more or less a Dr。 Fell。 Neither in his public nor in his private capacity had I any liking for him。 Nobody cares a button for what a 'man in the street' like me says or thinks on subject matters upon which they have made up their minds。 I should not venture； even as one of the crowd； to deprecate a popularity which I believe to be fast passing away； were it not that better judges and wiser men think as I do； and have represented opinions which I sincerely share。 'He was born；' says Huxley； 'to be a leader of men； and he has debased himself to be a follower of the masses。 If working men were to…day to vote by a majority that two and two made five； to…morrow Gladstone would believe it； and find them reasons for it which they had never dreamt of。' Could any words be truer？ Yes； he was not born to be a leader of men。 He was born to be； what he was … a misleader of men。 Huxley says he could be made to believe that two and two made five。 He would try to make others believe it； but would he himself believe it？ His friends will plead； 'he might deceive himself by the excessive subtlety of his mind。' This is the charitable view to take。 But some who knew him long and well put another construction upon this facile self… deception。 There were； and are； honourable men of the highest standing who failed to ascribe disinterested motives to the man who suddenly and secretly betrayed his colleagues； his party； and his closest friends； and tried to break up the Empire to satisfy an inordinate ambition； and an insatiable craving for power。 'He might have been mistaken； but he acted for the best'？ Was he acting conscientiously for the best in persuading the 'masses' to look upon the 'classes' … the war cries are of his coining … as their natural enemies； and worthy only of their envy and hatred？ Is this the part of a statesman； of a patriot？
And for what else shall we admire Mr。 Gladstone？ Walter Bagehot； alluding to his egotism； wrote of him in his lifetime； 'He longs to pour forth his own belief； he cannot rest till he has contradicted everyone else。' And what was that belief worth？ 'He has scarcely；' says the same writer； 'given us a sentence that lives in the memory。'
Even his eloquent advocate； Mr。 Morley； confesses surprise at his indifference to the teaching of evolution； in other words； his ignorance of； and disbelief in； a scientific theory of nature which has modified the theological and moral creeds of the civilised world more profoundly than did the Copernican system of the Universe。
The truth is； Mr。 Gladstone was half a century behind the age in everything that most deeply concerned the destiny of man。 He was a politician； and nothing but a politician； and had it not been for his extraordinary gift of speech； we should never have heard of him save as a writer of scholia； or as a college don； perhaps。 Not for such is the temple of Fame。
Fama di loro il mondo esser non lassa。
Whatever may be thought now； Mr。 Gladstone is not the man whom posterity will ennoble with the title of either 'great' or 'good。'
My second reason for mentioning Frederick Thistlethwayte was one which at first sight may seem trivial； and yet； when we look into it； is of more importance than the renown of an ex… Prime Minister。 If these pages are ever read； what follows will be as distasteful to some of my own friends as the above remarks to Mr。 Gladstone's。
Pardon a word about the writer himself … it is needed to emphasise and justify these OBITER DICTA。 I was brought up as a sportsman： I cannot remember the days when I began to shoot。 I had a passion for all kinds of spo