the fastnesses of the Highlands, and which swarmed down upon them like
vultures as soon as their protectors were gone.

In 446 A.D. the unhappy Britons invited their fate. Like their cousins,
the Gauls, they invited the Teutons from across the sea to come to
their rescue, and with result far more disastrous.

When the Frank became the champion and conqueror of Gaul, he had for
centuries been in conflict or in contact with Rome, and had learned
much of the old Southern civilizations, and to some extent adopted
their ideals. Not so the Angles and Saxons, who came pouring into
Britain from Schleswig-Holstein. They were uncontaminated pagans. In
scorn of Roman luxury, they set the torch to the villas, and temples
and baths. They came, exterminating, not assimilating. The more
complaisant Frank had taken Romanized, Latinized Gaul just as he found
her, and had even speedily adopted her religion. It was for Gaul a
change of rulers, but not of civilization.

But the Angles and Saxons were Teutons of a different sort. They
brought across the sea in those "keels" their religion, their manners,
habits, nature, and speech; and they brought them for _use_ (just as
the Englishman to-day carries with him a little England wherever he
goes). Their religion, habits, and manners they stamped upon the
helpless Britons. In spite of King Arthur, and his knights, and his
sword "Excalibar," they swiftly paganized the land which had been for
three centuries Christianized; and their nature and speech were so
ground into the land of their adoption that they exist to-day wherever
the Anglo-Saxon abides.

From Windsor Palace to the humblest abode in England (and in America)