gate intended, to join in. He lias been practising the step for some time, and had a little “business” with the red pocket-handkerchief which was calculated to bring down the House. Easy to imagine how great an improvement this would have been on the original perform
ance. Captain Gosset and Mr. Beadlaugh would probably have been partners, as they have had a good deal of practice, and know each, other’s step. Mr. Newdegate could have faced Mr. Beadlaugh; and those who have seen him bowing to the Chair can
easily picture the stately grace with which he would have conducted himself, and can call up some faint adumbration of the grace of the red pocket-handkerchief waving to the slow motion of the dance.
Mr. Buablaugh, who owes Mr. Newdegate a grudge in respect of some action in a Court of Law, spoiled the sport by showing him
self as meek as a calf. Came up in the ordinary style to the table,
which with us answers the part of the footlights in other theatres. The Speakeb gave the signal for the minuet. Cap
tain Gossf.t advanced in the usual style, claimed his partner as before; Mr. Beadlaugh retired backward to the Bar. Then he should, according to directions followed on last occasion, have broken away from his partner, and coyly tripped forward to the footlights. Then Mr. Newdegate would have stepped forward from the wings, and the thing would have gone all right. But Mr. Beadlaugh stood in depressed attitude at the Bar, and in plaintive voice protested against mankind. After this he was walked off. Tremendous clamour ; people demanding their money back; House suddenly shut up, and by nine o’clock all the lights out.
Business done.—Mr. Beadlaugh expelled, House adjourned at ten minutes to nine.
Wednesday Afternoon.—Randolph sometimes vexes the House, which has an old-fashioned hankering after the tempering of youtn
with modesty. But to-day this feeling vanished in an access of sympathy. Randolph has lost his Little Bill. He died this afternoon quietly and without a struggle, insensible, it is to be hoped, to the jibe which that l’arliamentary sapeur, the sitting Member for North
ampton, flung across its death cradle. The Little Bill never was a healthy child, and immediately after his birth he received a blow on the head from one of his reputed parents, from which he never
recovered. When Mr. Goest thus unnaturally spurned and forsook him, Randolph took him up, and has nursed him gently for many months. But he was hopeless from the first. Perhaps he was a
little overweighted at the font. No infant, save of exceptionally strong constitution, could survive such a name as he was fondly dowered with. Perhaps Randolph is more capable of assisting in the massacre of other people’s innocents than in the rearing of his own. However it be, the little one died this afternoon, and the House observed with respectful sympathy the parental anguish.
Frail offspring of concentrate thought,
Called hence by early doom;
Came but to show how weak a flower In such strong soil might bloom.
Business done— Lord Randolph, after debate, withdraws the Recovery of Small Debts (Limitation of Actions) Bill.
Thursday Night.—Another sleepy night with the Irish I,and Bill. Mr. Shaw justified Lord Elcho’s one good thing in an hour’s speech. He is, as my Lord said, among Irish Members the three S’s—Sober,
Sensible Shaw. A fresh and welcome contribution from Ireland in Mr. Macnaghten. The Member for Antrim has the peculiar facial quality noted by Mr. Goest (under correction from the Peemieb) in another Ulsterman, Mr. Law. He is essentially “ wooden-faced.” But this adds greatly to the salt of his humour. _ He says odd things
in a dry voice and with expressionless fane. His jokes have about them the quality of surprise which would he occasioned by a few sen
tentious remarks from one of the stone figure-heads carved about Westminster.
A Gentleman speaking: from behind the Treasury Bench. Thought it was Traddles—David Copperfield’s friend, “ a shy, steady, good-natured man, with a comical head of hair, and eyes rather wide open, whioh give him a surprised look, a
hearth - broomy sort of expression.” Rut it was only Sir John Ramsden, who wished to inform the
House that he had “great difficulty in swallowing the Bill.” Should not have thought, looking at his face, that his diffi
culties would lie in this direction. Mr. Mitchell IIeney ran amuck at the Parnellites, letting _ Mr. Pabnell have it straight.
Mr. Plunket mercifully intervened between Mr.
A. M. Sullivan and the Member for Galway.
When, later, A. M. found
his chance, Mr. Mitchell IIeney absent. Gone to seek that repose,” said A. M., “ in which the House was sunk during the earlier part of his speech.”
Business done.—Land Bill further debated.
Friday Night.—Loed Geoege Hamilton succeeded in probing beneath the thick covering of imperturbability which Lord Habtington usually wears. It takes a good deal to do this, and Lord Geoege
did a good deal. Went hack to old questions of delay in producing papers before debate on Afghanistan. Once before question raised on Conservative Benches, and plain intimation given of suspicion that Lord Habtington had deliberately kept the Minutes back for
party purposes. His Lordship flared up then with such blazing wrath that the Opposition protested, with one voice, that they had meant nothing. Lord Geoege, forgetful of this lesson, mildly in
sinuates the old scandal. Lord Haetington down on him in a twinkling. Takes him between his teeth and shakes him as a mastiff might shake a terrier. (All this, of course, strictly in Parliamentary sense.) The Government should pay someone to “ rile Haetington from time to time. Very good when he is roused.
Business done.—Minister of Agriculture promised.
A EEMINISCENCE OF CUESTEE.
“You have now seen Windsor,” said a well-known backer, after Sir John Astlky’s horse had won the Chester Cup. “And now,”
uttered the affable Welsher preparatory to a hurried flight, “ you will see what are known as the Windsor Slopes.”
Motto foe the Rejected at the Royal Academy (suggested
by one of the Forty).— Hanging’s too good for them I ”
Romance
Here’s Mister Dillon, As Pris’ner of Chillon.
ANDReality.
And here’s Mister Dillon, A smokin’ an’ swillun’.
See Saw-lisbury; or, the “ Use of Sarum.’
W. E. G. playing the Spin-it.
ance. Captain Gosset and Mr. Beadlaugh would probably have been partners, as they have had a good deal of practice, and know each, other’s step. Mr. Newdegate could have faced Mr. Beadlaugh; and those who have seen him bowing to the Chair can
easily picture the stately grace with which he would have conducted himself, and can call up some faint adumbration of the grace of the red pocket-handkerchief waving to the slow motion of the dance.
Mr. Buablaugh, who owes Mr. Newdegate a grudge in respect of some action in a Court of Law, spoiled the sport by showing him
self as meek as a calf. Came up in the ordinary style to the table,
which with us answers the part of the footlights in other theatres. The Speakeb gave the signal for the minuet. Cap
tain Gossf.t advanced in the usual style, claimed his partner as before; Mr. Beadlaugh retired backward to the Bar. Then he should, according to directions followed on last occasion, have broken away from his partner, and coyly tripped forward to the footlights. Then Mr. Newdegate would have stepped forward from the wings, and the thing would have gone all right. But Mr. Beadlaugh stood in depressed attitude at the Bar, and in plaintive voice protested against mankind. After this he was walked off. Tremendous clamour ; people demanding their money back; House suddenly shut up, and by nine o’clock all the lights out.
Business done.—Mr. Beadlaugh expelled, House adjourned at ten minutes to nine.
Wednesday Afternoon.—Randolph sometimes vexes the House, which has an old-fashioned hankering after the tempering of youtn
with modesty. But to-day this feeling vanished in an access of sympathy. Randolph has lost his Little Bill. He died this afternoon quietly and without a struggle, insensible, it is to be hoped, to the jibe which that l’arliamentary sapeur, the sitting Member for North
ampton, flung across its death cradle. The Little Bill never was a healthy child, and immediately after his birth he received a blow on the head from one of his reputed parents, from which he never
recovered. When Mr. Goest thus unnaturally spurned and forsook him, Randolph took him up, and has nursed him gently for many months. But he was hopeless from the first. Perhaps he was a
little overweighted at the font. No infant, save of exceptionally strong constitution, could survive such a name as he was fondly dowered with. Perhaps Randolph is more capable of assisting in the massacre of other people’s innocents than in the rearing of his own. However it be, the little one died this afternoon, and the House observed with respectful sympathy the parental anguish.
Frail offspring of concentrate thought,
Called hence by early doom;
Came but to show how weak a flower In such strong soil might bloom.
Business done— Lord Randolph, after debate, withdraws the Recovery of Small Debts (Limitation of Actions) Bill.
Thursday Night.—Another sleepy night with the Irish I,and Bill. Mr. Shaw justified Lord Elcho’s one good thing in an hour’s speech. He is, as my Lord said, among Irish Members the three S’s—Sober,
Sensible Shaw. A fresh and welcome contribution from Ireland in Mr. Macnaghten. The Member for Antrim has the peculiar facial quality noted by Mr. Goest (under correction from the Peemieb) in another Ulsterman, Mr. Law. He is essentially “ wooden-faced.” But this adds greatly to the salt of his humour. _ He says odd things
in a dry voice and with expressionless fane. His jokes have about them the quality of surprise which would he occasioned by a few sen
tentious remarks from one of the stone figure-heads carved about Westminster.
A Gentleman speaking: from behind the Treasury Bench. Thought it was Traddles—David Copperfield’s friend, “ a shy, steady, good-natured man, with a comical head of hair, and eyes rather wide open, whioh give him a surprised look, a
hearth - broomy sort of expression.” Rut it was only Sir John Ramsden, who wished to inform the
House that he had “great difficulty in swallowing the Bill.” Should not have thought, looking at his face, that his diffi
culties would lie in this direction. Mr. Mitchell IIeney ran amuck at the Parnellites, letting _ Mr. Pabnell have it straight.
Mr. Plunket mercifully intervened between Mr.
A. M. Sullivan and the Member for Galway.
When, later, A. M. found
his chance, Mr. Mitchell IIeney absent. Gone to seek that repose,” said A. M., “ in which the House was sunk during the earlier part of his speech.”
Business done.—Land Bill further debated.
Friday Night.—Loed Geoege Hamilton succeeded in probing beneath the thick covering of imperturbability which Lord Habtington usually wears. It takes a good deal to do this, and Lord Geoege
did a good deal. Went hack to old questions of delay in producing papers before debate on Afghanistan. Once before question raised on Conservative Benches, and plain intimation given of suspicion that Lord Habtington had deliberately kept the Minutes back for
party purposes. His Lordship flared up then with such blazing wrath that the Opposition protested, with one voice, that they had meant nothing. Lord Geoege, forgetful of this lesson, mildly in
sinuates the old scandal. Lord Haetington down on him in a twinkling. Takes him between his teeth and shakes him as a mastiff might shake a terrier. (All this, of course, strictly in Parliamentary sense.) The Government should pay someone to “ rile Haetington from time to time. Very good when he is roused.
Business done.—Minister of Agriculture promised.
A EEMINISCENCE OF CUESTEE.
“You have now seen Windsor,” said a well-known backer, after Sir John Astlky’s horse had won the Chester Cup. “And now,”
uttered the affable Welsher preparatory to a hurried flight, “ you will see what are known as the Windsor Slopes.”
Motto foe the Rejected at the Royal Academy (suggested
by one of the Forty).— Hanging’s too good for them I ”
Romance
Here’s Mister Dillon, As Pris’ner of Chillon.
ANDReality.
And here’s Mister Dillon, A smokin’ an’ swillun’.
See Saw-lisbury; or, the “ Use of Sarum.’
W. E. G. playing the Spin-it.