Lord H-rt-ngt-n's attitude towards Mr. Gl-dst-ne.
"New, bedad," says The Mahon, "why I had 'em made to go to the wedding of William and Mary. All Mimbers of Parliament invoited; special seats in Abbey; and, what's more, a good luncheon at Bellamy's. Haven't worn suit lately; thought it would do for this festive occasion."
The Mahon's advance to table to take oath a triumphal progress. Members on both sides cheered like mad. The Colonel stopped half way, and, facing friends and countrymen, blew them a kiss from tips of fingers. Turning to Ministerialists, who joined in applause he bowed gracefully. Clerks had greatest difficulty in convoying him to Speaker's Chair. Broke away from escort, and shook hands with Old Morality. No joke when The Mahon shakes hands. Pumps away violently for several moments, as if ship were leaking, and all depended on him. Next got hold of Balfour, and avenged long woes of Ireland. At last got at Speaker. Thought he'd never let go. Pumped away till the Speaker had hardly breath to call "Order! order!" Finally flopped himself down next to Gladstone, on Front Bench, and gave him fearful shaking up.
This, liveliest episode in debate. Some pretty good speaking, but everyone sick to death of topic.
A little movement of interest when Hartington rose; but happiest moment when bell rang, and Division actually at hand. Business done.—Proclamation of Land League approved.
A SUMMER SOLILOQUY.
By Jaques Junior.
A bee, or not a bee? That is the question.
Whether 'twere better not to mind, and suffer