But I would again point out that, while the growth of English institutions has thus gone on almost in obedience to a natural law, the wisdom, the foresight, the patriotism, of individual statesmen is never to be put out of our reckoning. There was a given state of things, and some man had keenness of sight to see what was the right thing to do in that state of things. Our Constitution has no founder; but there is one man to whom we may give all but honours of a founder, one man to whose wisdom and self-devotion we owe that English history has taken the course which it has taken for the last six hundred years. It might no doubt have taken that course without him; things might have come about as they did without any one man coming so prominently to the front; or, if he had not arisen, some other man might have arisen to do his work. But we need not speculate as to what might have been; it is enough that one man did arise to do the work, that there is one man to whom we owe that the wonderful thirteenth century, the great creative and destructive age throughout the world(14), was to us an age of creation and not of destruction. That man, the man who finally gave to English freedom its second and more lasting shape, the hero and martyr of England in the greatest of her constitutional struggles, was Simon of Montfort, Earl of Leicester. If we may not call him the founder of the English Constitution, we may at least call him the founder of the House of Commons(15). It was in his age that the new birth of English freedom began to show itself; it was mainly by his work that that new birth was not stifled before it had brought forth lasting fruits. Strange it may at first sight seem that the founder of the later liberties of England was not an Englishman. Simon of Montfort, a native of France, did for the land of his adoption what even he might not have been able to do for the land of his birth. And why? The land of his birth was—shall I say flourishing or suffering?—under the baleful virtues of the most righteous of Kings. Saint Lewis reigned in France, Saint Lewis the just and holy, the man who never swerved from the path of right, the man who swared to his neighbour and disappointed him not, though it were to his own hindrance. Under his righteous rule there could be no ground for revolt or disaffection. By surrounding the Crown with the reflected glory of his own virtues, he did more than any other man to strengthen its power. He thus did more than any other man to pave the way for that foul despotism of his successors whose evil deeds would have daily vexed his righteous soul. In England, on the other hand, we had the momentary curse, the lasting blessing, of a succession of evil Kings. We had Kings who had no spark of English feeling in their breasts, but from whose follies and necessities our fathers were able to wring their freedom, all the more lastingly because it was bit by bit that it was wrung. A Latin poet once sang that freedom never