hardened against "the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune." It is
his profession to be indifferent to the "whips and scorns of time." No
man was less hardened, or more subject to suffering from scorns
and whips. There be those who think proneness to such suffering is
unmanly, or that the sufferer should at any rate hide his agony.
Cicero did not. Whether of his glory or of his shame, whether of his
joy or of his sorrow, whether of his love or of his hatred, whether of
his hopes or of his despair, he spoke openly, as he did of all things.
It has not been the way of heroes, as we read of them; but it is the
way with men as we live with them.

What a man he would have been for London life! How he would have
enjoyed his club, picking up the news of the day from all lips, while
he seemed to give it to all ears! How popular he would have been at
the Carlton, and how men would have listened to him while every great
or little crisis was discussed! How supreme he would have sat on the
Treasury bench, or how unanswerable, how fatal, how joyous, when
attacking the Government from the opposite seats! How crowded would
have been his rack with invitations to dinner! How delighted would
have been the middle-aged countesses of the time to hold with him mild
intellectual flirtations--and the girls of the period, how proud to
get his autograph, how much prouder to have touched the lips of the
great orator with theirs! How the pages of the magazines would have
run over with little essays from his pen! "Have you seen our Cicero's
paper on agriculture? That lucky fellow, Editor--, got him to do it
last month!" "Of course you have read Cicero's article on the soul.
The bishops don't know which way to turn." "So the political article
in the _Quarterly_ is Cicero's?" "Of course you know the art-criticism
in the _Times_ this year is Tully's doing?" But that would probably be
a bounce. And then what letters he would write! With the penny-post