The new Tories are the men who believe that the War is going to be decided by battles in Flanders and the North Sea, and would sacrifice everything for victory, even the privilege of abusing the Government. The new Whigs are the men who consider that the House of Commons is the decisive arena, and that even the defeat of the Germans would be dearly purchased at the cost of the individual's right to say and do what he pleased.
Naturally these latter object to the shortening of the Parliamentary week, and to-day they took a division on the subject. Into the "No" Lobby flocked a motley crew—the champions of the single men who don't want to fight at all, the upholders of the married men who protest against being called upon to fulfil their engagement until every single "embusqué" has been dragged out of his lair, and, paradoxically enough, the universal conscriptionists who would force everyone to serve, but are opposed to piecemeal compulsion. The Government carried their point easily enough by 128 votes to 67, but evidently have to reckon with a new concentration of forces which may be more dangerous in the future.
When the House of Commons passed the Bill prohibiting duelling it ought to have made an exception in favour of its own members. Nothing would have done more to raise the tone of debate, for offenders against decorum would gradually have eliminated one another. This afternoon, for example, Sir Hamar Greenwood twitted Mr. Hogge with sheltering himself under the patriotism of a soldier stepson, and Mr. Hogge retaliated with the suggestion that Sir Hamar ought to be with his regiment. A hundred years ago this would have meant a meeting in Hyde Park and a possible vacancy at Sunderland or East Edinburgh. To-day it merely brought a rebuke from the Chairman of Committees.
Again, in the days of our rude fore-fathers Sir John Simon would have felt constrained to send a challenge to Mr. Walter Long. The late Home Secretary had delivered an attack upon the Government which Mr. Long declared would be heartily welcomed in Berlin. For a much less serious accusation than that the Duke of Wellington called out Lord Winchelsea. Sir John Simon has no such resource, and must continue to suffer under the imputation—a little consoled, no doubt, by the companionship of Mr. Hogge.
Officer (handing despatches). "Now, mind. If you're captured with this you must eat it."
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She should be useful, whatever happens.