At two o'clock this morning note was taken of fact that Mr. G., having been in his place almost incessantly since four yesterday afternoon, had carried his more than four score years off to bed. Squire of Malwood thought all sections of House would be anxious to spare the Prime Minister further vigil. Joseph up like catapult. "Perfectly absurd," he snapped, "to attempt to make a fetish of name and age of Prime Minister."
"There's one good thing we may hope to see come out of this night," said Member for Sark. "It should make an end of the treacly farce which bandies between hopelessly parted colleagues the title 'right hon. friend.'"
Business done.—Sat for thirteen hours, and negatived first Amendment to Closure Resolution.
Friday.—Having got away late last night, made up for it by coming back early this afternoon. Morning sitting, but no more fight left. Quite content with heroic struggle through long summer night; everything over by seven o'clock.
Hear touching story, which shows how deeply rooted in human mind is habit of censoriousness. Not two more respectable-looking men in House than Bartley and Tomlinson. To be in their company is to receive a liberal education in deportment. Walking home this morning, after all-night sitting, in sad converse on possibilities of fresh development of iniquity on part of Mr. G., they passed couple of British workmen going forth to day's labour. Said first British Workman, nudging his companion, and pointing with thumb over his shoulder at wearied legislators: "Tell you what, Bill, them coves ain't been up to much good."
Business done.—Closure Resolutions agreed to. Home-Rule Bill packed up in compartments, to be opened as directed.
GOOD NEWS!
'Arry. "'Taint no good miking a fuss about it, yer know, Guv'nor! Me and my Pals must 'ave our 'D'y out'!"