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the opportunity afforded him by the successful practice of law and
Liberalism on a large scale he has been able to preach his sermons to
much bigger audiences than he ever could have found in the Methodist
Church.

If some of the advanced radicals of these days would con over the
outlines of a career like this, they might get rid of some of their
fantastic notions about State-devised equality and emancipation. Mr.
Rowell instinctively reached out by industry and enthusiasm for the
forces that would better his condition. In so doing he spent a large
part of himself upon the betterment of society. The result is an
intellectual, moral and financially successful character of which any
community might be proud--so long as the community contained but one of
the kind.

Rowellism is a good salt. It is not good porridge. The average
unprofessional Christian man cannot live on the levels where Mr. Rowell
breathes so easily.

Time and again have we heard the equivocal remark about this man; if
such, and however so. Why not take the man as he is and make the best
of him? Surely by now he has proved that he has a definite and
uplifting leverage on public life. It is of no use to complain that he
never was cut out to be a leader in anything but ethical ideas of
statesmanship. It was political makeshiftery to make such a man the
leader of Ontario Liberalism, which did not ask to be led but to be
cajoled and tricked up for the carnival. It was fatuous to imagine
that he could ever become a chief of the National Liberal and
Conservative party to which he now inextricably belongs. If secret
ambition ever spurred him to indulge that dream--which seems
incredible--sober reflection at the looking glass should have corrected
the strabismus. Mr. Rowell is not a leader of men, in action; never
was and never could be--without some drastic transformation in his
outward character such as he has never shown.

The last time I observed Mr. Rowell he was in the lounge of a club
where he had just finished lunch. All about him were scores of men in
groups, each group animatedly intent upon some topic from baseball to
high finance. A few weeks earlier that same club had given a public
dinner to Mr. Rowell and Sir George Foster, when each seemed to overdo
the other in gripping those present by the presentation of a world
theme backed by a striking personality. In the lounge Mr. Rowell, our
best authority on the ethics of the Empi