Business done.—New Chairman baited for an hour by Westminster Clock. Before the lawless, disorderly squabble about Law and Order in County Clare, regular foot-ball scrimmage, in which Saunderson naturally turned up. In one of the pauses the Colonel dropped into poetry? could hear him crooning to himself:—
There's Justice O'Brien of Clare,
How rare!
'Tis little for justice they care
Down there!
They're choke full of crimes,
(So at least says the Times),
And they've got no policemen to spare,
How quare!
They've got no policemen to spare.