If I had them by the throat! In these twenty years I have spent millions to keep the press of the two hemispheres quiet, and still these leaks keep on occurring. I have spent other millions on religion and art, and what do I get for it? Nothing. Not a compliment. These generosities are studiedly ignored, in print. In print I get nothing but slanders--and slanders again and still slanders, and slanders on top of slanders! Grant them true, what of it? They are slanders all the same, when uttered against a king. Miscreants they are telling everything! Oh, everything: how I went pilgriming among the Powers in tears, with my mouth full of Bible and my pelt oozing piety at every pore, and implored them to place the vast and rich and populous Congo Free State in trust in my hands as their agent, so that I might root out slavery and stop the slave raids, and lift up those twenty-five millions of gentle and harmless blacks out of darkness into light, the light of our blessed Redeemer, the light that streams from his holy Word, the light that makes glorious our noble civilization lift them up and dry their tears and fill their bruised hearts with joy and gratitude lift them up and make them comprehend that they were no longer outcasts and forsaken,