Chapter LXIV: He asks whether Hallam is looking back on this life,

"As some divinely gifted man,"

who has burst through all the adverse circumstances of his humble birth, by genius and labour; making

"by force his merit known,
And lives to clutch the golden keys,
To mould a mighty state's decrees,
And shape the whisper of the throne;"

as Lord Beaconsfield did.

Does not such a hero in his elevation,

"When all his active powers are still,"

sometimes feel tender memories of the scenes of his early life--

"The limit of his narrower fate"--

when he "play'd at counsellors and kings" with some lad long ago left behind in his native obscurity; and who now resting on his plough, musingly asks,

"Does my old friend remember me?"