"Patriotism! ’Tis a word that gets more honour than it deserves. Half the wars that have desolated this earth have come from race hatreds. Patriotism has been at the bottom of the bloodiest scenes; every now and then it threatens civilisation. If there were no Irish and no Scotch and no French and no Dutch and no Spanish, we might hope for peace. I think the time may come when the world will laugh at what we call our ’patriotism’ and our fencing ourselves from the rest of mankind with fortresses and cannon." "That time is not yet, Doctor Verity. When the leopard and the lamb lie down together, perhaps. But all men are not brothers yet, and the English flag must be kept flying." "The day may come when there will be no flags; or at least only one emblem for one great Commonwealth." "Then the Millennium will have come, Doctor," said Sir Thomas. "In the meantime we have Oliver Cromwell!" laughed Matilda, "and pray, Doctor, what state does his Highness keep?" "He keeps both in Hampton Court and Whitehall a magnificent state. That it due to his office." "I heard—but it is a preposterous scandal—that the Lady Frances is to marry King Charles the Second," said Lady Jevery. "A scandal indeed! Cromwell would not listen to the proposal. He loves his daughter too well to put her in the power of Charles Stuart; and the negotiation was definitely declined, on the ground of Charles Stuart’s abominable debauchery." "Imagine this thing!" cried Matilda striking her hands together. "Imagine King Charles refused by Oliver Cromwell’s daughter!" "It was hard for Charles to imagine it," replied the Doctor. "I hear we have another Parliament," said Sir Thomas. "Yes; a hazardous matter for Cromwell," answered the Doctor. "All electors were free to vote, who had not borne arms against the Parliament. Most of them are Episcopalians, who hate Cromwell; and Presbyterians, who hate him still worse; and Republicans, who are sure he wants to be a King; and Fifth Monarchy men and Anabaptists, who think he has fallen from grace. Ludlow, Harrison, Rich, Carew, even Joyce—once his close friends—have become his enemies since he was lifted so far above them. And they have their revenge. Their desertion has been a great grief to the Protector. ’I have been wounded in the house of my friends,’ he said to me; and he had the saddest face that ever mortal wore. Yet, it is a great Parliament, freely chosen, with thirty members from Scotland, and thirty from Ireland." "After Cromwell’s experience with the Irish," said Matilda, "I do wonder that he made them equal with Scotland." "I do wonder at it, also. John Verity would not have done it, not he! But the Protector treads his shoes straight for friend or foe. He will get no thanks from the Irish for fair dealing; that is not enough for them; what they want is all for themselves, and nothing for any one else; and if they got that, they would still cry for more."