Let us look at Gladstone as the great, wise, good, learned man he is,
whose wreath of laurel covers a crown of thorns. And if we find an
associate making those fatiguing efforts that ever precede the
recognition of this cold world, let us glance rather at his efforts than
at his fame, that no rust may gather on the brightness of our eye, and
no withering cloud shut out the sunlight from our spirits.