Mr. Gladstone, First lord of the treasury.
Lord Herschell, Lord chancellor.
Lord Spencer, President of council.
Sir W. Harcourt, Chancellor of exchequer.
Mr. Childers, Home secretary.
Lord Rosebery, Foreign secretary.
Lord Granville, Colonial secretary.
Lord Kimberley, Indian secretary.
Mr. Campbell-Bannerman, War secretary.
Lord Ripon, Admiralty.
Mr. Chamberlain, Local government.
Mr. Morley, Irish secretary.
Mr. Trevelyan, Scotch secretary.
Mr. Mundella, Board of trade.
The Lord chancellor, Mr. C.-Bannerman, Mr. Mundella, and myself now sat in cabinet for the first time. After the two resignations at the end of March, Mr. Stansfeld came in as head of the Local government board, and we sat with the ominous number of thirteen at table.
Here is the text of this once famous piece:—
'15/5/82.
“Dear Sir,—I am not surprised at your friend's anger, but he and you should know that to denounce the murders was the only course open to us. To do that promptly was plainly our best policy. But you can tell him and all others concerned, that though I regret the accident of Lord F. Cavendish's death, I cannot refuse to admit that Burke got no more than his deserts. You are at liberty to show him this, and others whom you can trust also, but let not my address be known. He can write to the House of Commons.—Yours very truly,
“Chas. S. Parnell.”
Era già l'ora, che volge 'l disio
A' naviganti, e 'ntenerisce 'l cuore
Lo di ch' han detto a' dolci amici addio, etc.
Purg. viii.
Byron's rendering is well enough known.
ναυτίλε, μὴ πεύθου τίνος ἐνθάδε τύμβος ὅδ᾽ εἰμί,
ἀλλ αὐτὸς πόντου τύγχανε χρηστοτέρου.