Beview of Reviews, 1/3/13. 



THE NEW PRESIDENT. 



clouds of dust ; but it is the dust of the 

 circus. It is the dust of a real battle- 

 field that Woodrow Wilson will raise. 

 Like Rupert, he never rides but to con- 

 quer or to fall. He is that rare com- 

 bination, a thinker who loves action, a 

 scholar and a man of affairs, one who 

 reads Greek and writes shorthand, w^ho 

 combines a luminous idealism with the 

 practicality of a plumber and a sunny 

 smile with a ruthless purpose. The 

 glove is velvet, but the hand is iron. 

 His courage mounts to any task ; but 

 he has a scrupulous tidiness in small 

 things. When he has finished writing 

 he wipes his pen and ]:)uts the cloth 

 back in the drawer. He has great 

 energy ; but it is not the tumultuous 

 energy of Mr. Roosevelt. It is dis- 

 cipHned. " After all," he says, " life 

 doesn't consist in eternally running to a 

 fire." 



He has, what Mr. Chamberlain never 

 had, what Mr. Lloyd George, with all 

 his fine intuitions and democratic sym- 

 pathies has not — a considered philo- 

 sophy of politics. It is a philosophy 

 warmed with a generous humanity and 

 a sincere vision — 



" I am accused of being a Radical. If 

 to seek to go to the root is to be a 



Radical, a Radical I am. After all, 

 everything that flowers in beauty in the 

 air of heaven draws its fairness, its 

 vigour from its roots ; nothing living 

 can blossom into fruitage unless through 

 nourishing stalks deep-planted in the 

 common soil. I'p from that soil, up 

 from tha silent bosom of the earth rise 

 the currents of life and energy. Up 

 from the common soil, up from the 

 great heart of the people, rise joyously 

 to-day streams of hope and determina- 

 tion that are bound to renew the face 

 of the earth in glory. I tell you that 

 the so-called Radicalism of our time is 

 simply the effort of nature to release 

 the generous energies of our peonle. 

 This great American people is at the 

 bottom just, virtuous and hopeful ; the 

 roots of its being are in the soil of what 

 is lovely, pure and of good report ; and 

 the need of the hour is just that 

 Radicalism that will clear a way for the 

 realisation of the aspirations of a sturdy 

 race. 



That is true eloquence and true 

 vision. Mr. Chamberlain once had that 

 note without the poetry. He lost it and 

 lost himself. Perhaps that is why Pre- 

 sident Wilson dislikes to be reminded 

 of his likeness to the lost leader. 



Brooklyn Eagle. 

 I'M NOT SUPEKS'nTIOUS." 



