SPITHEAD, JULY 23RD, 1887SPITHEAD, JULY 23rd, 1887.Father Neptune(cheerily). "WHAT—VULCAN, MY HEARTY! WELL, WE'RE SHIPMATES NOW, SO HERE'S 'THE QUEEN!'—GOD BLESS HER!!"
Father Neptune(cheerily). "WHAT—VULCAN, MY HEARTY! WELL, WE'RE SHIPMATES NOW, SO HERE'S 'THE QUEEN!'—GOD BLESS HER!!"
Music conductor
"Oh,Todgers'scould do it when it chose! mind that."Augustus Druriolanuscan "do it," too, when he chooses, mind that, and his production ofLes Huguenotson Monday the 11th was a convincing proof of this assertion. Themise-en-scènewas as perfect as if the Opera had been a brand new one. The costumes were gorgeous, the scenes brilliant, and thejeu de scèneoriginal and artistic.
MonsieurMaurelwas an idealCount de Nevers, a chevaliersans peur et sans reproche. MissEnglewon all hearts asMarguerite de Valois. "Non 'Engle' sed 'Angel,'" as thePopedidn't say.
The Page was rather weak, but made up in action and archness—the archness was not confined to the eyes, but was also strikingly exhibited in another feature—for whatever might have been lacking vocally; and then of course there were the two brothers,JeanandEdouard de Reszke, always ready to come to the resky. We stopped till the end, and congratulated ourselves on having heard the very last of theHuguenotsfor the first time in our chequered career. We saw SignorFoli, asMarcel, perform a marriage ceremony betweenValentineandRaoul, from which fact we gathered that theCount de Neversmust have been shot, otherwiseValentinewould be a bigamist; and, in fact, the moral position of the three parties would be an extremely unpleasant one, in view of their hurried departure from this wicked world, which the muskets of the soldiers, executing the victims and the dramatist's design at the same time, compel them to make. The band and choruses were excellent.
At the Garden, on Tuesday the 12th, the new Opera,La Vita per lo Czar, was produced and placed on the stage by SignorLago, as if it had been brought out at the beginning of the season instead of the finish. An eccentric Opera. The first Act fresh as the newly-painted scenery: full of life, colour, and melody. It started well with a chorus which was unanimously and enthusiastically encored. Mme.Albaniwas never in better voice.GayarréandDevoyodwere excellent. The First Act was an undeniable success, and everybody was happy.
Then came the Second Act, all chorus, hops, and Poles. NoAlbani, noGayarré, noDevoyod. Music pretty, but asTobyin the Essence of Parliament puts it, "Business done. None." Curtain down: people a bit scared. Not accustomed to an Act without Principals. Evidently such an Unprincipal'd Act must be wrong. Act Third revived all hopes.Albanithe bride,Gayarréthe bridegroom,Scalchithe best boy,Devoyodthe best boy's father, a venerable grey-headed peasant, the very reverse of the mild old gent inLeech'spicture who was represented by the 'Bus cad as "a cussin' and a swearin' like hanythink," inasmuch as he is always either blessing somebody, uttering patriotic sentiments about theCzar, or down on his hands and knees with his nose in the dust saying, or rather singing, his prayers.
Third Act pleases everybody, raises our hopes, and then in the Fourth Act we discover, to our amazement, that we are only to seeScalchionce again, that we have bidden farewell for ever toAlbaniandGayarré, and that the remainder of the Opera is to be carried on right up to the end by the heavy father, a chorus of Poles,—all acting well, and not a stick amongst them,—and a transparency representing the Coronation of theCzar. And though the absence ofAlbani,Scalchi, andGayarrémade everyone's heart grow fonder, though we all missed them, yet we "pitied the sorrows of the poor old man," admired his acting and singing in a most difficult situation, and agreed with everybody that this strange Opera was a decided success. The Second scene of the last Act might be curtailed with advantage. This is speaking only dramatically; perhaps on a second hearing we should change our opinion.
However, so ends the Covent Garden Opera Season; it has finished first,—a good first.
The New Silver Coinage will be re-named, until it is re-called, "The Silber-Goschen."
(To a Wandering Star.)
(To a Wandering Star.)
"I am willing to throw in my lot with that of my friendHuxley, and 'to fight to the death' against this wicked and cowardly surrender. A desperate gamester miscalled a Statesman, has chosen to invoke ignorant foreign opinion against the instructed opinion of his own countrymen."—Professor Tyndall's last Letter to the Times.
"I am willing to throw in my lot with that of my friendHuxley, and 'to fight to the death' against this wicked and cowardly surrender. A desperate gamester miscalled a Statesman, has chosen to invoke ignorant foreign opinion against the instructed opinion of his own countrymen."—Professor Tyndall's last Letter to the Times.
Tyndall,Tyndall, learned star,How we wonder where you are!Fizzing up like penny pop,Coming down onGladstoneflop!"Desperate gamester!"Tyndallmine,Such invective isnotfine.Haveyounot a card to trump,RattlingRandolphon the stump?Science in her calm retreatOught that sort of bosh to beat;She, whose words should drop like gold,Must not ape an angry scold.Party scribes who rage for pay,When most rabid write that way,Politicians of the potPerpetrate that sort of rot.Just suppose that W. G.,Fancying your remarks too free,Dubbed you, in polemic rage,"Sciolist miscalled a sage."How yousavantswould cry "Shame!"Why should Science only claimRight to be exceeding rude,Sourly false and coarsely crude?"Wicked! Cowardly!" Oh, bless us!Hercules in the shirt of NessusDid not rage in wilder fashionThan ourTyndallin a passion.Difference exists no doubt;Let us calmly fight it out;But to call each other namesIs the vulgarest of games.Honestly one view you hold;If to differ one makes bold,Is it fair, Sir, to infer,That he's rascal, traitor, cur?Pooh! That's Party's puerile plan.Wisdom, Sir, should play the man.Drop these tart polemic pennings,Leave that sort of stuff toJennings.
Tyndall,Tyndall, learned star,How we wonder where you are!Fizzing up like penny pop,Coming down onGladstoneflop!
Tyndall,Tyndall, learned star,
How we wonder where you are!
Fizzing up like penny pop,
Coming down onGladstoneflop!
"Desperate gamester!"Tyndallmine,Such invective isnotfine.Haveyounot a card to trump,RattlingRandolphon the stump?
"Desperate gamester!"Tyndallmine,
Such invective isnotfine.
Haveyounot a card to trump,
RattlingRandolphon the stump?
Science in her calm retreatOught that sort of bosh to beat;She, whose words should drop like gold,Must not ape an angry scold.
Science in her calm retreat
Ought that sort of bosh to beat;
She, whose words should drop like gold,
Must not ape an angry scold.
Party scribes who rage for pay,When most rabid write that way,Politicians of the potPerpetrate that sort of rot.
Party scribes who rage for pay,
When most rabid write that way,
Politicians of the pot
Perpetrate that sort of rot.
Just suppose that W. G.,Fancying your remarks too free,Dubbed you, in polemic rage,"Sciolist miscalled a sage."
Just suppose that W. G.,
Fancying your remarks too free,
Dubbed you, in polemic rage,
"Sciolist miscalled a sage."
How yousavantswould cry "Shame!"Why should Science only claimRight to be exceeding rude,Sourly false and coarsely crude?
How yousavantswould cry "Shame!"
Why should Science only claim
Right to be exceeding rude,
Sourly false and coarsely crude?
"Wicked! Cowardly!" Oh, bless us!Hercules in the shirt of NessusDid not rage in wilder fashionThan ourTyndallin a passion.
"Wicked! Cowardly!" Oh, bless us!
Hercules in the shirt of Nessus
Did not rage in wilder fashion
Than ourTyndallin a passion.
Difference exists no doubt;Let us calmly fight it out;But to call each other namesIs the vulgarest of games.
Difference exists no doubt;
Let us calmly fight it out;
But to call each other names
Is the vulgarest of games.
Honestly one view you hold;If to differ one makes bold,Is it fair, Sir, to infer,That he's rascal, traitor, cur?
Honestly one view you hold;
If to differ one makes bold,
Is it fair, Sir, to infer,
That he's rascal, traitor, cur?
Pooh! That's Party's puerile plan.Wisdom, Sir, should play the man.Drop these tart polemic pennings,Leave that sort of stuff toJennings.
Pooh! That's Party's puerile plan.
Wisdom, Sir, should play the man.
Drop these tart polemic pennings,
Leave that sort of stuff toJennings.
Afore the Jooblee Seesun is quite gone, I wish to rikkord my sediments with regard to the show at Gildhall. I never, even in my wildest dreams of rapshur, xpected to see sitch a site as I seed there. I have, in my long perfeshnal career, seen lots of Kings, and Queens, and Princes, and setterer, but in them cases, I mite say, in the grand words of the old song, "Their Royaltys came by twos and twos, hurrah, hurrah!" But on that okashun, they acshally cum by shoals; and when they was all assembled they mustard no less than sixty-wun true-born Royalties. Wat a site for a treu-blew Conservatif! The mere common compny, such as Common Counselmen, and setterer, was railed off at a respecful distance, but they stood by the hour a gazin at 'em with rapshur, altho' none of 'em hadn't no chairs to sit on. How they all seemed to enwy the mortal happyness of the Committee-men, who, with their long wands, was alloud to stand inside the sacred inklosure. I didn't see the Royal Quadreel, tho' I was told as it wasn't anything werry pertickler as to the dancing, not at all equal to the dancing at the Hopera. The gineral compny seemed to suffer terribly from the want of cheers. As I passed under the Gallery I seed one most charming Lady, drest jest like a Princess, acshally a sitting on the floor from fatigue, and her husband a watching over her like a garden angel, tho' he was a Feild Marshall!
The world may be surprised to learn that Royalty wants its supper jest like meer common peeple, so there was sum difficulty about waiting on 'em, as of course they had to sup alone, with only the Lord and Lady Maress with 'em. But one of the most xperienced gentlemen in all London offered to do it for nothink if he mite slect his staff.
"I must 'aveRobertto wait on me pussunally," says a certain Illusterious Personidge. "I'm there, your Royal Eyeness," I says, as I persented the rosewater on my bendid nees.
I had the almost crushing honner of anding ewery dellycassy of the season and amost ewery kind of the grandest of Shampains to such a supper party as praps Urope has never before witnessed. I have nothing to reweal of the many strange things as I herd on that memroble occashun, becoz we was all sworn to secrecy, as usual, on a Carving Nife. I breaks through no law when I says that Royalty werry much enjoyed its supper.
I wundered to myself what the feelinx of Royalty must be when they knows and sees that all they has to do to give thowsands of most respectable peeple a feeling of rapshur amost imposserbel to realise, is for 'em to stand still and let 'em gaze at 'em by the hour! One wood think it might paul upon 'em after a time, but one would be rong.
With the dipparcher of Royalty the great charm of the nite was gone, the sun had set and the moon had not risen, to speak pohetically, but the recklecshun of the Blaze of Royalty that they had been alloud to gaze on, will last them for long ears and be told to children yet unborn as the crowning glory of their blessed lives.
Robert.
HOPE FOR ALLHOPE FOR ALL."Coach" (to Volatile Pupil)."Are you at Theorem B or C, Mr. Titterby?"Mr. T."T' tell y' th' truth, Sir, I'm 'at Sea'—at Sea, Sir,—completely." [Chuckles.(He turned out an utter failure, was plucked at College, and had to take toArt-Criticism!)]
"Coach" (to Volatile Pupil)."Are you at Theorem B or C, Mr. Titterby?"
Mr. T."T' tell y' th' truth, Sir, I'm 'at Sea'—at Sea, Sir,—completely." [Chuckles.(He turned out an utter failure, was plucked at College, and had to take toArt-Criticism!)]
(A Middleman's Lament.)
(A Middleman's Lament.)
"For the protection of the public, all consignments of the spurious compound that has hitherto, under the title of 'Butterine,' passed current in the market for genuine butter, will in future be distinctly labelled and known as 'Margarine.'"—Trade Intelligence.
"For the protection of the public, all consignments of the spurious compound that has hitherto, under the title of 'Butterine,' passed current in the market for genuine butter, will in future be distinctly labelled and known as 'Margarine.'"—Trade Intelligence.
Ah! tell me not they've changed thy name,So long a sweet decoy,By which I've made my little game,And palmed off thy alloy.Of chemicals and horses' fat,And things not nice or clean,You were composed; but what of that?—You looked like butter in the pat.Why call you "Margarine"?Ah! why the public undeceive?They bought thee with a will,And in thy virtues so believeThat they would buy thee still!Why have such meddling measures framedBy legislation mean?Alas! thy origin's proclaimed;No more with butter art thou named,But henceforth "Margarine"!
Ah! tell me not they've changed thy name,So long a sweet decoy,By which I've made my little game,And palmed off thy alloy.Of chemicals and horses' fat,And things not nice or clean,You were composed; but what of that?—You looked like butter in the pat.Why call you "Margarine"?
Ah! tell me not they've changed thy name,
So long a sweet decoy,
By which I've made my little game,
And palmed off thy alloy.
Of chemicals and horses' fat,
And things not nice or clean,
You were composed; but what of that?—
You looked like butter in the pat.
Why call you "Margarine"?
Ah! why the public undeceive?They bought thee with a will,And in thy virtues so believeThat they would buy thee still!Why have such meddling measures framedBy legislation mean?Alas! thy origin's proclaimed;No more with butter art thou named,But henceforth "Margarine"!
Ah! why the public undeceive?
They bought thee with a will,
And in thy virtues so believe
That they would buy thee still!
Why have such meddling measures framed
By legislation mean?
Alas! thy origin's proclaimed;
No more with butter art thou named,
But henceforth "Margarine"!
Bad luck to the Board of Works in their project of demolishing the steps, and disfiguring the platform of St. Martin's Church, on the mere pretence of widening the entrance of the proposed Charing Cross Road. All my eye andBetty—namesake, but no relation to the Saint. Convenience is a mere cloak for their unnecessary Vandalism, a cloak which St. Martin would never have divided with tasteless beggars.
"There would be no departure from the most highly respectable precedents in holding open-air sittings of the House of Commons, while its advantages in the hot weather, as regards not only physical comfort, but mental and moral fitness for the work of the senator, are too obvious to need enumeration."
"There would be no departure from the most highly respectable precedents in holding open-air sittings of the House of Commons, while its advantages in the hot weather, as regards not only physical comfort, but mental and moral fitness for the work of the senator, are too obvious to need enumeration."
Daily Paper.
Scene—The Grounds of the Crystal Palace. The House of Commons assembled in the Rosary; Reporters (armed with speaking trumpets) in the Band Stand and on branches of Trees.
The Speaker (in his shirt-sleeves).Order, order! I must request Members to abstain from touching the Fireworks till the evening.
Dr. Tanner.I rise to a point of order, Sir. What are we to do if it rains? I see no preparation for rigging up an awning over us, and I must protest against this cowardly attempt on the part of the Government to stifle, or perhaps I ought to say drown, discussion, and——
The Speaker (interposing).If the Hon. Member talks of rain before it comes, I shall have to suspend him—ahem!—from the nearest tree. (Laughter.) The first Order of the Day is the Adjourned Discussion on the London Local Government Bill.
Sir W. Harcourt.Before the discussion begins I should like to ask your opinion, Sir, whether it is in order for the First Lord of the Treasury to go off to the tobogganing slide instead of stopping to answer questions? ("Hear! hear!")
The Speaker.The question is one of some difficulty. I have carefully examined the precedents, but there is no mention of tobogganing in the records of this House. I must therefore leave the matter to the good sense and powers of self-restraint of Hon. and Right Hon. Members. (Cheers.)
The Attorney-General (resuming the Debate on the London Government Bill).A very much better idea of the different municipal districts into which the Metropolis will be mapped out can be obtained by ascending the great Water-Towers, and I therefore propose an adjournment of half an hour for that purpose.
[The Motion is agreed to without a Division. On the expiration of the time an Hon. Member, who is indistinctly heard by the Reporters, is understood to propose that the selling of lemonade at sixpence a glass, without ice, to Members of Parliament constitutes a breach of the Privileges of the House, but is ruled out of order.
The Speaker.I call on theAttorney-Generalto resume his speech.
[Ineffectual search, made all about the Rosary for theAttorney-General.
An Irish Member.Try the Switch-Back Railway.
[Laughter, and cries of "There isn't one!"
Another Member thought that very probably the learned Gentleman had looked in behind the scenes at the Open-air Ballet.
[More Laughter.
The Member for the Tower Hamlets (resuming the discussion) proceeded to dilate on the necessity of more communications being established between the North and South banks of the River, in any scheme for Municipal Reform, and alluding to the Tower Bridge erected in the grounds, remarked that of course Members knew that in half-an-hour the time would have arrived for it to be illuminated, and for the "Fire-Portraits of Mr.Parnelland all his followers" to be lighted (general cheering), and he therefore moved, as a matter of urgent public importance, that the House do now adjourn, especially as he had felt a few drops of rain, and had forgotten to bring his umbrella.
The Speaker.Those who are in favour of adjournment say "Aye." (No response.) Those who are against it——why, bless me, there's nobody left! Even the Sergeant-at-Arms has gone off to see the ballet! How Unparliamentary! Surely those figures coming down the toboggan-slide can't be Mr.Gladstoneand SirWilliam Harcourt, racing Mr.Smithand theHome Secretary? Why, I believe it is so. How exciting it looks! Well, this adjourning at nine o'clock is much nicer, after all, than the old late hours. Al fresco sittings rather a success. Feel rather all-frisky myself. Think I'll go off and try a toboggan.
[Left sliding.
MR. PUNCH'S PARLIAMENTARY NAVAL REVIEWMR. PUNCH'S PARLIAMENTARY NAVAL REVIEW.(Fac-simile of Sketch made by Our Special Artist on the spot.)
(Fac-simile of Sketch made by Our Special Artist on the spot.)
House of Commons, Monday, July 11.—Another Child of Victory up to-day in person ofBallantine, who won Coventry for the Liberals. "We shall have quite a family soon," saidGladstone, who sat on Front Bench, arrayed in wonderful summer suit. "Blessings in disguise,"Grandolphcalls the new recruits to Opposition forces. But it comes to same thing.
Old Morality created sensation by openly avowing himself a Separatist. Is firm with respect to Union with Wales and Ireland, but weak on Scotland. Confession made in connection with promised Boundary Bill.Pulestonasked whether Wales was to be included in measure.
"I have not been able," saidRitchie, with fine sarcasm, "to separate Wales from England in my own mind."
"Is Scotland in the Bill?" askedAnderson.
"No," said Old Morality.
"Then," saidTim Healy, "you separate Scotland in your own mind?" This was awkward; but the truth must be told, and Old Morality told it.
"I separate Scotland in my own mind," he said, in a voice low but firm.
Profound sensation on Ministerial Benches. Things looking bad for Ministry lately, what with Spalding, North Paddington, Coventry, and MissCass. But now, Leader of House having avowed himself a Separatist, outlook black indeed.
Elated with having brought out this damaging fact,Tim Healywent on rampage for rest of sitting.Arthur Balfourmoved Second Reading of Irish Land Bill.Chamberlain, breaking long silence, delivered speech in support of measure.Timkept up running commentary, growling, laughing spasmodically, and interjecting remarks.Chamberlainan ugly customer to tackle when at bay. GaveTimas much as he brought. Wrangling getting a little high, whenSpeakerinterposed, threatened to nameTim.
"Name away!"Timsang out, cheerily; but knowing from experience thatSpeakernot to be trifled with, presently subsided.
On the whole a small House, and only whilstChamberlainspeaking any evidence of interest in proceedings. Next to the unexpected disclosure of Old Morality's falling away, most startling event of the evening was announcement byFergusonthatWolff'spic-nic had already cost the country £27,000.
"£27,000!" exclaimedCoddington, making his maiden speech, and thatsotto voce. "I'll undertake to say that if it had been proposed to him at first,Wolffwould have taken the odd seven thousand and closed the bargain, leaving the tax-payer a clear gain of £20,000." And the Member for Blackburn softly whistled, and feebly rattled the loose change in his pocket.
Business done.—Irish Land Bill introduced.
Tuesday.—Wolffat door of both Houses. In fact he's there every night now. Peers and Commons are Unionists in desire to know when the pic-nic will be over, or, asBryceput it to-night amid cheers, "When will finally and positively terminate the unparalleled and undignified position in which the country is placed?" In Lords the Markiss disowned a capital retort the reporters invented for him. On Monday,Roseberyunderstood to ask whetherWolffwassupposed to be in a state of suspended animation what time theSultanmade up his mind. The Markiss reported to have replied thatWolffwas "rather in a state of animated expectancy." Capital capping of a joke, only it appears Markiss isn't personally responsible for it.
£27,000"£27,000!"
"It would," he said, with a wink atGranville, "be disrespectful to use language like that with respect to Her Majesty's Ambassador."
Herschelsays, Markiss is only mad because he didn't think of it at the time, and is jealous of the more nimble fancy of the reporters. In the Commons,Bryceannounces that he will continue nightly to inquire aboutWolfftill he gets satisfactory answers.
A hot dull night and the Irish Land Bill again.John Dillonhad the best of it, delivering a lively speech to full audience. After this, Members began to go to dinner, and forgot to return. A full muster on both Front Benches.Gladstoneagain in summer costume, with a rose in his coat and a gleam in his eye. Has grown ten years younger in the last fortnight. Spalding wiped off five years, North Paddington two, and Coventry the rest.
"A few more triumphs at the poll," saysJohn Morley, "and he'll be younger than any of us."
After dinner,Gorstmade a speech on behalf of Bill. Shrewd, pointed, and weighty with argument. "Another proof of fatuity of Government," saidParnell, who has come back in a brown billycock hat, "that they don't make more use ofGorst. Worth a bushelful ofGeorgy Hamiltons,Gibsons,Matthewses, or evenSmiths."
When spirits of House properly attuned,H. C. E. Childersappeared on the scene, and delivered prodigious speech, through which the few Members present gently dozed.
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Business done.—Irish Land Bill.
Thursday.—Cheerful presence ofAshbournediffused over Ministerial Bench in Lords to-night. Not often here. Has given up to Dublin what was meant for mankind. Always unfeignedly delighted to get back to Westminster. Business to-night to move the Second Reading of Coercion Bill. Considerable gathering of Peers, expecting debate, and possible division. Amazed to find Front Opposition Bench almost empty.Granvillerises to explain that it is useless to fight measure, and therefore don't intend to raise debate.Argyllfurious. Had meant to smash Opposition, and they had run away!Selbornesleekly sarcastic. Admitted he, too, had speech ready, but would wait for audience on Front Bench opposite. General feeling of disappointment. Several Peers who had come down, expecting lively entertainment, wanted their money returned at the doors. Markiss referred them toGranville, butGranvillehad already smiled his way out. Bill read Second Time, and sitting comically collapsed.
Commons crowded.Grandolph'sname underlined on the bills. Understood he meant to "go for" the Government. Expectation fully realised. Took the Land Bill out ofBalfour'shands, publicly danced on it, kicked it up and down floor of House, and finally tore it to shreds.
"I trust," he said, when, at end of hour's exercise of this kind, nothing was left of the Bill but its title, "that I have not by these observations added to the difficulties of the situation."
"Not at all, not at all," said Old Morality, polite to the last.
AfterGrandolph'sfinished performance,Harcourta little heavy. Humour rose to highest level when he alluded toJesse Collingsas "the Member for Three Acres and a Cow."Henry Jamesdeeply offended at levity ofHarcourt'stone. This last hit too much for him. Rose and quitted House amid hilarious cheers from Parnellites.
That's the worst of these fellows"That's the worst of these fellows."
"That's the worst of these fellows," said Mr.Leahy, looking on reflectively from the Bar. "Now they've begun to associate with gentlemen, our company's not good enough for them."
More speeches, including one fromParnelland another fromGladstone. ButGrandolph'sspeech worth more than a division; so Second Reading of Land Bill passed without challenging one.Business done.—Lords read Coercion Bill Second Time, Commons the Land Bill.
House of Lords, Friday.—Glad it's all over, and nobody shot. At one time homicide seemed imminent.Granville, taking note of complaint of absence of Opposition on previous night, skilfully touched a chord of human nature. Explained that he had been present till eight o'clock, an hour which suggested dinner. More than one mouth watered, and a sob of sympathy was heard from Bench where new Peer, formerly known asSclater-Booth, sat.Northbrook, however, obdurate. Introduced statement, which drew fromGranvillequiet remark, "That is not true."Northbrookhotly resumed his seat, as he said, to giveGranvilleopportunity for explanation. Here was a pretty go!Lord Chancellor, with great presence of mind, adroitly, and apparently accidentally, covered Sword of State under heap of papers. Who could say what might happen if a bloodthirsty eye rested on this fortuitous means of attack?Granville, cool and self-possessed, repeated his abrupter ejaculations in more delicate, round-about fashion.
"I certainly," he observed, defiantly eyeingNorthbrook, "said, as far as my knowledge goes, the statement is inaccurate."
A moment's breathless silence. The offence was repeated, with the added insult of mocking phrase. WouldNorthbrookaskGranvilleto "come outside," or would he swallow the affront?Northbrooklooked a moment at the veteran Leader, noted his resolute look, his straightened figure, and the forefinger of his right hand dallying with a corner of a paper containing the Orders of the day, as if he were playing with pistol-trigger. On the whole, he thought he'd change the subject; which he did, to the relief of the excited ring of spectators.Business done.—Lords passed two stages of Coercion Bill right off. Commons in Supply.
SIR WILLIAM'S SKETCH OF THE GIPSIESSIR WILLIAM'S SKETCH OF THE GIPSIES ON THE TREASURY BENCH,July14."Gipsies, said the play, disfigured the children they stole in order that they might pass them for their own. (Laughter.) The gipsies on the Treasury Bench (renewed laughter) stole the Bankruptcy Clauses of the Right Hon. Member for West Birmingham, and disfigured them in order that they might pass them for their own. (Cheers and laughter.)"
"Gipsies, said the play, disfigured the children they stole in order that they might pass them for their own. (Laughter.) The gipsies on the Treasury Bench (renewed laughter) stole the Bankruptcy Clauses of the Right Hon. Member for West Birmingham, and disfigured them in order that they might pass them for their own. (Cheers and laughter.)"
New Novel, dedicated to Dr.Jacksonof New York:The Coming Man; or, The Lost Hair of the Ages. ByBalder Dash.
Mrs.Ramsays, of all uniforms she prefers that of the Horrible Artillery Company.
Mrs.Ramsays, of all uniforms she prefers that of the Horrible Artillery Company.
Pointing finger
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