And finally here is an estimate of Mr. Balfour from a correspondent of the Birmingham Daily Gazette:—
The Unionist Majority.—To the Editor of the "Daily Gazette."—Sir,—Among the many causes assigned for the above, no one, so far as I know, has suggested the following one. Is it too much to hope that the statesmanlike character of Mr. A. J. Balfour has influenced greatly the country at large? His simple dignity, both in majority and minority, his pluck and energy as Irish Secretary, are still remembered. The Spectator publishes an article on "Mr. Balfour's Benignity," and at the reception given to the Medical Association at the Imperial Institute he and his sister were received with deafening cheers. Lastly, we shall hear nothing from himself. Surely all parties recognize and admire such a statesman, and willingly confide in his future.—An Outsider.
But why are we to hear nothing from Mr. Balfour himself. As one who likes good speaking on either side of the House, I hope we may hear a great deal from Mr. Balfour.
There have been great doings at Cirencester. At a fête (and gala) in Earl Bathurst's park, the chief attraction was the announcement of a captive balloon, which was expected to make trips during the afternoon. Unfortunately, however, the gas-main in the Tetbury Road, where the balloon was filled, was not so large as was desirable, and the result was that the balloon was not filled till after five o'clock. It was then taken to the scene of the fête at Pope's Seat, where every effort was made to make up for lost time. The Hon. B. Bathurst, M.P., the newly elected member for the division, made a short speech from the balloon, being received with loud cheers. The "right away" ascent was afterwards abandoned. The evening, which proved fine, closed with an excellent display of fireworks by Professor Wells.
If a captive balloon should refuse to inflate,
And should linger too long flopping loose on the grass,
Just insert an M.P. in the car to orate,
And you'll promptly secure an abundance of gas.
TO TRICKASTA.
A note of pain was sounded when you said
That we had better never meet again.
My nerves were shattered and my heart was lead—
A note of pain.