as ever in danger of being lost. Often he
goes to rugby games. In this he sees again the virtue of struggle,
probably wishing he himself had played rugby in youth.

"When a man gets old," he said lately, "he loves to sit at home."

But Sir Joseph, for all his whitening whiskers and his impatience with
the shortcomings and animosities of the world, is not yet old. He has
the strength of two men, and a power of administration possessed by few
men in public office in any country. He has lost some of his bubbling
enthusiasm for the humanities. The last thing he will lose must be his
faith in himself: and that is very far off.

"Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do . . . ."

Sir Joseph Flavelle has yet a strong hand. What remains that he will
do with all his might? If he so desires, more of service on behalf of
the public good in the ten years he has left than many men accomplish
in a strenuous lifetime.

It is time we learned the difference between a public pirate and an
organizing servant of the public. Take away from this man his public
church business, his power to make money, his human vanity over an
hereditary title, and we still have left the story of a big life, much
of it spent in doing good for the sake of other people. You cannot
efface that strange personality; that desire after all the admiration
of his wonderful ability to administer him mentally "one good swift
kick." But you will never mentally kick a man of such powerful good to
his country.

NO FATTED CALVES FOR PRODIGAL SONS

HON. SIR HENRY DRAYTON

Were I a novelist sketching a character for Henry Herbert Drayton I
would have him, except in one item, just about all that he is not. He
should be unmarried, live with his maiden aunt, most of his time make
very little money and depend for his income upon winning about three
good criminal prosecutions a year; the rest of his time to be spent
reading up criminal psychology and taking his aunt to see pictures.
The commonplace scene-shifter who places behind people the scenery of
real life has bungled Sir Henry, thereby robbing him of much interest.
What a net a man with his classic patience and enormous ferret instinct
for minutiae could have woven about some cunning but once too often
embezzler! Instead we have Drayton, K.C., pushing himself methodically
through a series of legal metamorphoses, at each change getting one
convolution higher, by public corporation solicitorships and county