Each is more of an institution than a mere man:  each dramatises himself in everything he does:  each has the same genius for the benevolent assimilation of idea and fact.  They are both persistent but brilliant “crammers.”  Trust Lloyd George to know all about the man who comes to see him whether he be statesman, author, explorer or plain captain of industry.  It is one of the reasons why he maintains his amazing political hold.

Lloyd George has Roosevelt’s striking gift of phrase-making, although he does not share the American’s love of letter writing.  As I have already intimated, whatever may be his future, Lloyd George will never be confronted by accusing epistle.  None exists.

Like Roosevelt, Lloyd George is past master in the art of effective publicity.  He has a monopoly on the British front page.  Each of these remarkable men projects the fire and magnetism of his dynamic personality.  Curiously enough, each one has been the terror of the Corporate Evil-doer—­the conspicuous target of Big Business in his respective country.  Each one is a dictator in the making, and it is safe to assume that if Lloyd George lived in a republic, like Roosevelt he would say:  “My Army,” “My Navy” and “My Policies.”

Roosevelt, however, has one distinct advantage over his British colleague in that he is a deeper student and has a wider learning.

In one God-given gift Lloyd George not only surpasses Roosevelt but every other man I have ever met.  It is an inspired oratory that is at once the wonder and the admiration of all who hear it.  He is in many respects the greatest speaker of his day—­the one man of his race whose utterance immediately becomes world property.  The stage lost a great star when the Welsh David went into politics.  There are those who say that he acts all the time, but that is a matter of opinion dictated by partisan or self-interest.

Lloyd George is what we in America, and especially those of us born in the South, call the “silver-tongued.”  His whole style of delivery is emotional and greatly resembles the technique of the Breckenridge-Watterson School.  In his voice is the soft melodious lilt of the Welsh that greatly adds to the attractiveness of his speech.

Before the public he is always even-tempered and amiable, serene and smiling, quick to capitalize interruption and drive home the chance remark.  He invariably establishes friendly relations with his hearers, and he has the extraordinary ability to make every man and woman in the audience before him believe that he is getting a direct and personal message.

Lloyd George can be the unfettered poet or the lion unleashed.  Shut your eyes as you listen and you can almost hear the music of mountain streams or the roar of rushing cataracts.  In his great moments his eloquence is little short of enthralling, for it is filled with an inspired imagery.  No living man surpasses him in splendour of oratorical expression.  His speeches form a literature all their own.