When this snow melteth there shall come a flood."
I could not help applying to him Milton's lines:
. . . "with grave
Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd
A pillar of state: deep on his front engraven
Deliberation sat and public care;
And princely counsel in his face yet shone,
Majestic though in ruin."
He has work to do yet. If he were only fifty instead of seventy odd! Well, God bless him for what he has done; may he rule England long!