WHAT A ROMANCE!

Evening Post, Volume XCVII, Issue 28, 1 February 1919, Page 10

WHAT A ROMANCE!

DAVID AND GOLIATH. *

Mr. Harold Begbie, describing the historic Bosnea at the Lord Mayor's banquet, drew this picture of the British Prime Minister's romance :.—

"His father was a village schoolmaster, who died and left wife and children to the mercies of char.cc. An undo received that little homeless family under his roof, and to earn bread for them worked harder than ever at his cobbler's bench. V

"David stood beside his toiling uncle learning ,the great organ musio of the English Bible; the old man would pause in hia work to read a paseage, and tho boy would repeat it after him. And behind the shop, David' 6 mother, in tho kitchen, was striving 6o to economise this and that that she might have a sixpence over at the end 6f the week. 'That was my mother's life,' he once told me; 'a neverending anxiety to have sixpence of my uncle's money saved at the end of each weok. It is the life of tho Poor.'

"And now, io-night, he announces the overthrow of the Hohenzollerns!

"This little David of the Welsh hills, more than any one man in the world, haa destroyed the Goliath of Prusainnism. Ho stands in the Guildhall telling mankind that the HohenzoUerns have gone, that great and illustrious family: whose pride had become immeasurable, and whose shining sword had 6eemed but four short months ago invincible. Facingl him are statues of Wellington and Nelson, all round those grey walls hang the gay banners of the Free Nations, and he is the voice of destiny in that ancient place of civic splendour and outworn pageantry, this cobbler's nephew, telling; us that the Hohenaollerns are gone—gone for ever! What a romance1."