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It is a platitude that the flood is followed by the ebb. In the heat of action, and while its warmth cheered his spirits, Arthur Vaughan felt that he had done something. True, what he had done brought him no nearer to making his political dream a reality. Not for him the promise,
_It shall be thine in danger's hour / To guide the helm of Britain's power / And midst thy country's laurelled crown / To twine a garland all thy own_.