There's a smart Cockney Tar with his glass to his eye,Sing hey, sing ho, and a Brummagem salt!And what does the trim longshore yachtsman descry?Ho! he's spying like Robinson Crusoe!The Pilot in pose imperturbable stands,With slouching Sou'wester and pocketed hands,But his eye's on the Yacht and he quite understands,The fix of the Skipper—poor chap!—who commands,Or at least is imagined to do so."Hillo!" cries the Cockney; "they're signalling now,Sing hey, sing ho, and a flag to the peak!If the Yacht runs aground, Mate, there will be a row.Ho! the Pilot is peacefully winking.I've an interest in her myself; can't affordShe should seek Davy Jones, not at least tillI'vescored.How is it, myHarty—beg pardon!—my Lord!They signal a pilot; shall you go aboardTo save 'em from striking or sinking?"
There's a smart Cockney Tar with his glass to his eye,Sing hey, sing ho, and a Brummagem salt!And what does the trim longshore yachtsman descry?Ho! he's spying like Robinson Crusoe!The Pilot in pose imperturbable stands,With slouching Sou'wester and pocketed hands,But his eye's on the Yacht and he quite understands,The fix of the Skipper—poor chap!—who commands,Or at least is imagined to do so.
There's a smart Cockney Tar with his glass to his eye,
Sing hey, sing ho, and a Brummagem salt!
And what does the trim longshore yachtsman descry?
Ho! he's spying like Robinson Crusoe!
The Pilot in pose imperturbable stands,
With slouching Sou'wester and pocketed hands,
But his eye's on the Yacht and he quite understands,
The fix of the Skipper—poor chap!—who commands,
Or at least is imagined to do so.
"Hillo!" cries the Cockney; "they're signalling now,Sing hey, sing ho, and a flag to the peak!If the Yacht runs aground, Mate, there will be a row.Ho! the Pilot is peacefully winking.I've an interest in her myself; can't affordShe should seek Davy Jones, not at least tillI'vescored.How is it, myHarty—beg pardon!—my Lord!They signal a pilot; shall you go aboardTo save 'em from striking or sinking?"
"Hillo!" cries the Cockney; "they're signalling now,
Sing hey, sing ho, and a flag to the peak!
If the Yacht runs aground, Mate, there will be a row.
Ho! the Pilot is peacefully winking.
I've an interest in her myself; can't afford
She should seek Davy Jones, not at least tillI'vescored.
How is it, myHarty—beg pardon!—my Lord!
They signal a pilot; shall you go aboard
To save 'em from striking or sinking?"
[Left considering.
DIFFICULT NAVIGATIONDIFFICULT NAVIGATION.(FOG COMING ON.)Ch-mb-rl-n."I SAY, MY HARTY, GOVERNMENT YACHT SIGNALLING FOR A PILOT!! ARE YOU GOING ABOARD?"
(FOG COMING ON.)
Ch-mb-rl-n."I SAY, MY HARTY, GOVERNMENT YACHT SIGNALLING FOR A PILOT!! ARE YOU GOING ABOARD?"
(Air—"The Sailor's Journal.")Spithead, Saturday, July 23rd, 1887.Lord Ch-rl-s B-r-sf-rd sings:—
(Air—"The Sailor's Journal.")Spithead, Saturday, July 23rd, 1887.Lord Ch-rl-s B-r-sf-rd sings:—
Cartoon
'Twaswhen the Great Review was o'er,To signal Lady C. I started.Oh, etiquette's a horrid bore!I erred, and hence am broken-hearted.The whole huge Fleet the signal read—Confound that thoughtless act of folly!What could I do but bow my head,And bid a long (?) adieu toSolly?I hear my name's on every tongueAs a true Sailor, brisk and cheery;That like a breeze my voice has rung,And waked the Commons, dull and weary.I'm little now to mirth inclined,I'm not, as usual, gay and jolly,But care I'll whistle down the wind,And try to make it square withSolly.You see 'twas getting on for night,And true-bred tars, e'en midst carouses,Think with considerate delightAbout their sweethearts or their spouses.Up went my signal, frank and free,(A breach of rule most melancholy)To "give the tip" to Lady C.,And now I have to part withSolly."Tell LadyCharlesto go on boardTheLancashire Witch, where I will join her"——And all the Fleet read this and roared.Well—of strong wordsJack's a free coiner,But never mind what I remarkedWhen I perceived my act of folly.They'll think the Naval Lord has larked!Hang it! I'll say good-bye toSolly.Such games aboard the Royal Yacht!—Although I am a chartered rattle,The Big-wigs won't stand this. 'Tis rot,But with red-tape who, who can battle?A private message to my wifeBy public signal! Oh, what folly!Itisa lark, upon my life!But—I'll resign my berth, dearSolly!Will our goodQueenaccept? Shemay,The Public doubts it altogether.A sailor's slip on such a day,A stretch of discipline's tight tether,Is scarce a heavy fault to scoreAgainst a sailor frank and jolly.Still, I'll resign when once ashore,And leave it to myQueenandSolly.
'Twaswhen the Great Review was o'er,To signal Lady C. I started.Oh, etiquette's a horrid bore!I erred, and hence am broken-hearted.The whole huge Fleet the signal read—Confound that thoughtless act of folly!What could I do but bow my head,And bid a long (?) adieu toSolly?
'Twaswhen the Great Review was o'er,
To signal Lady C. I started.
Oh, etiquette's a horrid bore!
I erred, and hence am broken-hearted.
The whole huge Fleet the signal read—
Confound that thoughtless act of folly!
What could I do but bow my head,
And bid a long (?) adieu toSolly?
I hear my name's on every tongueAs a true Sailor, brisk and cheery;That like a breeze my voice has rung,And waked the Commons, dull and weary.I'm little now to mirth inclined,I'm not, as usual, gay and jolly,But care I'll whistle down the wind,And try to make it square withSolly.
I hear my name's on every tongue
As a true Sailor, brisk and cheery;
That like a breeze my voice has rung,
And waked the Commons, dull and weary.
I'm little now to mirth inclined,
I'm not, as usual, gay and jolly,
But care I'll whistle down the wind,
And try to make it square withSolly.
You see 'twas getting on for night,And true-bred tars, e'en midst carouses,Think with considerate delightAbout their sweethearts or their spouses.Up went my signal, frank and free,(A breach of rule most melancholy)To "give the tip" to Lady C.,And now I have to part withSolly.
You see 'twas getting on for night,
And true-bred tars, e'en midst carouses,
Think with considerate delight
About their sweethearts or their spouses.
Up went my signal, frank and free,
(A breach of rule most melancholy)
To "give the tip" to Lady C.,
And now I have to part withSolly.
"Tell LadyCharlesto go on boardTheLancashire Witch, where I will join her"——And all the Fleet read this and roared.Well—of strong wordsJack's a free coiner,But never mind what I remarkedWhen I perceived my act of folly.They'll think the Naval Lord has larked!Hang it! I'll say good-bye toSolly.
"Tell LadyCharlesto go on board
TheLancashire Witch, where I will join her"——
And all the Fleet read this and roared.
Well—of strong wordsJack's a free coiner,
But never mind what I remarked
When I perceived my act of folly.
They'll think the Naval Lord has larked!
Hang it! I'll say good-bye toSolly.
Such games aboard the Royal Yacht!—Although I am a chartered rattle,The Big-wigs won't stand this. 'Tis rot,But with red-tape who, who can battle?A private message to my wifeBy public signal! Oh, what folly!Itisa lark, upon my life!But—I'll resign my berth, dearSolly!
Such games aboard the Royal Yacht!—
Although I am a chartered rattle,
The Big-wigs won't stand this. 'Tis rot,
But with red-tape who, who can battle?
A private message to my wife
By public signal! Oh, what folly!
Itisa lark, upon my life!
But—I'll resign my berth, dearSolly!
Will our goodQueenaccept? Shemay,The Public doubts it altogether.A sailor's slip on such a day,A stretch of discipline's tight tether,Is scarce a heavy fault to scoreAgainst a sailor frank and jolly.Still, I'll resign when once ashore,And leave it to myQueenandSolly.
Will our goodQueenaccept? Shemay,
The Public doubts it altogether.
A sailor's slip on such a day,
A stretch of discipline's tight tether,
Is scarce a heavy fault to score
Against a sailor frank and jolly.
Still, I'll resign when once ashore,
And leave it to myQueenandSolly.
Thequestion as prayed on my mind during the long waits at the Rewiew on Saturday, and which not ewen the Marines couldn't anser, and for which I dessay as I shall have to wait till the next Jewbilly afore I gits it sattisfactoryly xplained, is, why must these sillybrations be all begun so uncommon hurly? There may be sum werry singlar peeple as likes hurly rising. Having probberbly nothink werry pertickler to do of a heavening, they natrally goes to roost hurley, like powltry, and plowmen, and such like, and having probberbly nothink werry pertickler to do in the morning, they natrally gits up hurley to do it, like the powltry aforesaid. But to Waiters in gineral and to Hed Waiters in pertickler, nothink is so hawful as hurley rising. As late as you like at nite and as late as you likes in the morning. Them's my sentiments and I means to stick to 'em. And I suttenly thinks as I never seed sitch a sleepy-looking set of gents as assembled at Warterloo Stashun at about arf-past seven, Hay. Hem. on Saturday Morning. However, we most of us had a nice refreshing slumber on the way down, and then pulled ourselves together for the gorgeous specktacle.
My werry fust thort was, how about the foaming billows? and I'm bound to say as they behaved theirselves uncommon steady. There was no playfool game of pitch and toss, but they were as quiet as Chelsea Reach. The number of great big ships as we seed was enuff to make ewen an Hed Waiter proud of his country, but I confesses that I carn't say much as regards their beauty, for I thinks they was about as hugly a lot of black-looking monsters as ever tried to rule the waves.
Having propperly attended to my offishal dooties, I learned from a most respectable-looking Marine that it wood be at least two hours afore theQueencame, so I thort I wood seize the hoppertoonity of increasing my nolledge of ships and shippery by arsking my frend a few naughtical questions. Of course I begun with the Anker, and arkst him when it was last weighed—he said, about a week ago. How much did it weigh? Just 2 tun, 4 pound, 6 ounces. Why did they weigh it so offen? To see if it wood stand the shivering of our timbers when we fired our big gun. Had he spliced his mane brace lately? Not during the last fortnite. Having got on so well with him, I thort I woodn't not arsk him no more questions, for fear of betraying my hignorance, and I seed him afterwards a pinting me out to sum grinning Sailers, ewidently as the werry rewerse of a mere Land Lubber.
He had kindly shown me the best plaice to stand to see theQueen'sPursession pass, so I quietly warked up to it about 3 a clock, wen she was xpected to start, and there I waited till 4 a clock, and then we heard the gun fire as told us theQueenhad started; and then began such a deffening noise with all the ships a salooting, as they calls it, and such a blinding smoke arterwards, that I wished myself miles away: and then, jest as the Percession was a gitting in site, there cum a order from the Hed Hofficer, "All below!" witch I soon found out meant as no one of us laymen was to stop on deck to see theQueen, for fear as theQueenmite see us, witch wood have bin agin the rules! So we was all bundled down stares, ladies and all, and a few was kindly allowd to peep through the Port Holes, as sumbody called 'em, though, as there wasn't no Port served out, I carnt make out what that means.
I amost forgot to menshun the heat, but it really was that hot that when a going for to lean cumferably against the Capstain Bar, I think they calls it, it amost burnt a ole in my and! Speaking about this to my frendly Marine, he told me as they didn't think nothink of that, for when they went to the Troppix, wherever that may be, they allers cooked their stakes and chops on the Fokestal by the heat of the Sun, which did 'em to a turn, and then roasted their Appels for desert, and then biled the Kettel for Tea. What a grand thing is Nolledge! for I am free to confess as I was quite hignorant of all these fax afore. But then it's werry easily accounted for in my frend's case.
He isn't like a mere common Sailer a got to look after the Ship. A Marine is of that shuperior class of man as is allers seleckted to receeve the most himportant hinformation. When anythink of a werry striking charackter occurs it is allers reckomended that it should be "told to the Marines," so they is naterally allays brim full of hinformation, and allers reddy to communicate it troothfully and onerably, as my frend did to me, and without which I shood have remained in my prewious state of hignorance.
If arsked for my reel opinion as to the Naval Rewiew, truth would compel me to say that what with the noise, and what with the smoke, and what with being ordered below jest as theQueenwent past, I didn't see werry much of it, and what I did see didn't strike me as werry himposing, like a Lord Mare's Show for instance, or the Drewry Lane Pantomime. But it gave me the oppertoonity of bragging about it to them as wasn't there, and that's about the cause of most peeple going to such things, I rayther fancies; but after all, there's such a fine feeling of purfect safety on Terror Firmer, as nothink can't equal on the bounding Sea, so I hopes when the next Naval Rewiew is held, that they'll have it on Shore.
Robert.
Amendment To Land Bill.—"That any tenant unable to pay his rent should sell his holding before the next gale day. That this process should be known for the purposes of this Act as 'The Sale before the Gale.'"
A CAUTION TO THE UNWARYA CAUTION TO THE UNWARY!He."Allow me to take you in to Supper."She."Oh, do wait a minute! Look—there's that Man proposing to May Thissledown on the Balcony! I must see what she says!!"
He."Allow me to take you in to Supper."
She."Oh, do wait a minute! Look—there's that Man proposing to May Thissledown on the Balcony! I must see what she says!!"
Frankfort.—Had no end of a good time over here, at the Chess Congress. Played all the cracks, and beat 'em all! You mayn't have heard of this in the newspapers, because, for reasons which would not be of any general interest, I felt bound toenter under a false name.Blackburnesaid he'd "never seen such gambits as mine."Zukertortwas so irritated at my beating him three times running, that he actually exclaimed, "Gambit all!"—Excuse the force of the expression; perhaps he thought he was in the Lobby of the House of Commons.—"I'll never play that fellow again as long as I live!" You'll see from this that, though the games weren't drawn, some of the competitors were.
There were two Russian chess-players present. I played one, got him on to a dispute about the Afghan frontier, and adroitly took his Queen off the board when he wasn't looking. He seemed surprised, but I assured him it was all right, and scored an easy win.
HerrHarmonistmight havebeaten me, but as it was a very hot day, I proposed playing under a tree in the hotel-garden. Then I purposely took a long time over each move. The worthy Teuton became thirsty. Lager beer began to flow. It flowed so much that after five hours the Herr didn't know the difference between Bishop and Pawn! That wasmymove. Of course he was badly beaten.
Only timeIwas beaten was one game withBlackburne. He offered to play me blind-fold; I took the opportunity, while he was thinking over his plan of campaign, to relieve him of his watch and purse, and was just going to pull off his boots when he called "Check-mate!" However, I think I got the best of the encounter on the whole. I call it (in private) the "rook gambit."
I ended up by a marvelloustour de force. I played every one of the competitors—twenty-one in all—at the same time, and beat the entire number of them! The Frenchman retired from the contest,simply because he was piqued at my superior skill. He said—most unfairly—my proceedings were "not above board;" also said he objected on principle to a game with a King and Queen in it. Would you believe it, but professional jealousy actually prevented my being declared the Chess Champion! Never mind! Got my board (and lodging) gratis. Had high jinks, and free drinks, at the Frankfortpawn-shop—see the joke? You'll hear of me at the next International Chess Congress, without fail.
Sunon the slumbrous meadows,Sun on the sleeping trees;Massy and deep the shadowsStirred by no vagrant breeze.Rhythmical in the riggers,Oars with a steady shockTell how we work like niggersFor a cool in the plashy lock.And it's oh, for the neck of the camel,The ostrich, snake, giraffe!And what if to-morrow I am ill,To-day it is mine to quaff.Bother my rates and taxes!Crown me the mantling bowl;The world has gone off its axis,It's nothing but Life and Soul.To-day, like the books of the Sibyl,Is waningly dearer still,As the sunset echoes wibbleFrom a cloud-clean saffron hill.Calm is the solemn surfaceOf waters that woo the skies,And tenderly calm is her faceWho gazes with larger eyesAt the deepening purple above her,While over her, small and white,There leans, like a courtly lover,The sweetness of all the night.All day in the sun we boated,How can I tell how far?For years in the sun we floated,For ages that yellow starBehind the poplar has trembled,And down to the wine-dark deep,While softer day dissembledThe Midsummer call to sleep.And it's oh, for the neck of the camel,The ostrich, snake, giraffe,What though to-morrow Iamill,To-night I am fain to quaff.
Sunon the slumbrous meadows,Sun on the sleeping trees;Massy and deep the shadowsStirred by no vagrant breeze.Rhythmical in the riggers,Oars with a steady shockTell how we work like niggersFor a cool in the plashy lock.
Sunon the slumbrous meadows,
Sun on the sleeping trees;
Massy and deep the shadows
Stirred by no vagrant breeze.
Rhythmical in the riggers,
Oars with a steady shock
Tell how we work like niggers
For a cool in the plashy lock.
And it's oh, for the neck of the camel,The ostrich, snake, giraffe!And what if to-morrow I am ill,To-day it is mine to quaff.
And it's oh, for the neck of the camel,
The ostrich, snake, giraffe!
And what if to-morrow I am ill,
To-day it is mine to quaff.
Bother my rates and taxes!Crown me the mantling bowl;The world has gone off its axis,It's nothing but Life and Soul.To-day, like the books of the Sibyl,Is waningly dearer still,As the sunset echoes wibbleFrom a cloud-clean saffron hill.
Bother my rates and taxes!
Crown me the mantling bowl;
The world has gone off its axis,
It's nothing but Life and Soul.
To-day, like the books of the Sibyl,
Is waningly dearer still,
As the sunset echoes wibble
From a cloud-clean saffron hill.
Calm is the solemn surfaceOf waters that woo the skies,And tenderly calm is her faceWho gazes with larger eyesAt the deepening purple above her,While over her, small and white,There leans, like a courtly lover,The sweetness of all the night.
Calm is the solemn surface
Of waters that woo the skies,
And tenderly calm is her face
Who gazes with larger eyes
At the deepening purple above her,
While over her, small and white,
There leans, like a courtly lover,
The sweetness of all the night.
All day in the sun we boated,How can I tell how far?For years in the sun we floated,For ages that yellow starBehind the poplar has trembled,And down to the wine-dark deep,While softer day dissembledThe Midsummer call to sleep.
All day in the sun we boated,
How can I tell how far?
For years in the sun we floated,
For ages that yellow star
Behind the poplar has trembled,
And down to the wine-dark deep,
While softer day dissembled
The Midsummer call to sleep.
And it's oh, for the neck of the camel,The ostrich, snake, giraffe,What though to-morrow Iamill,To-night I am fain to quaff.
And it's oh, for the neck of the camel,
The ostrich, snake, giraffe,
What though to-morrow Iamill,
To-night I am fain to quaff.
Not Quite on the Square.—The Story of the Round Table.
Not Quite on the Square.—The Story of the Round Table.
EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.
EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.
House of Lords, Monday Night, July 25.—Peers received important accession of strength to-night. Gentleman long known in Commons as "Old MotherHubbard" been translated, and will henceforward be known to history as LordAddington. His early impression was that he should have beenChancellor of the Exchequer. Admiration forDizzy, and respect forStafford Northcote; but always thought they were out of place at the Treasury whilst he sat below the Gangway, fain to be content with criticising their schemes. Markiss didn't really know what to do with him. Couldn't appoint himChancellor of the Exchequerin succession toGrandolph. YetHubbardfelt he must have something. Markiss, thinking it over one day, recalled the fact thatHubbardhad absolutely safe seat in City.
"Good," he said. "Let's make him a Peer."
So here he is to-night, swaggering up floor of House of Lords, with little ambulatory swing of coat-tails, familiar for generations in House of Commons. Markiss looks on, pleased with fulfilment of his happy thought.
"Nice old gentleman," he remarked,sotto voce. "Prosy when he starts, and always something of a bore. But he'll do for the House of Lords. Moreover, have now finally shut him up. Figures are his forte, Finance his foible. Finance is the only subject that may not be discussed in House of Lords. So, whereHubbardwas voluble,Addingtonmust be dumb."
Great muster on Opposition Benches in House of Commons. Conservatives not yet back from festivities in the Solent. Old Morality depressed with consciousness that it will be impossible for him to move the Closure.Arthur Balfourquite conciliatory in manner. Progress accordingly comparatively rapid and altogether peaceful. At outset, threatened encounter betweenSextonandJohnston.Sextonmade inquiry as to whether any chance of City Charter being granted to Belfast?Johnstonjumped up with cry of "Stop thief!" On the Fourteenth of June—(didn't mention hour, but precise as to day)—he had put similar question, and had, he said, been waiting ever since for answer. Detected inSexton'smovement attempt to secure monopoly of popularity. Not going to stand that. House only laughed, and incident went no further.
THE PARLIAMENTARY ALPINE CLUBTHE PARLIAMENTARY ALPINE CLUB.
Later, to intense delight of Parnellites,HartingtonandChamberlaindiffered on point raised in Irish Land Bill and voted in opposite lobbies. "Beginning of the End," saidJoseph Gillishumorously clawing atTim Healy.
Business done.—Irish Land Bill in Committee.
Tuesday, 3A.M.—Late enough to be here. Would have been later still but for the presence of mind of theSpeaker. Hour agoStuart, running in with pile of papers moved Second Reading of Bill to legalise Langworthy and other marriages celebrated at Antwerp by onePotts. Debate followed,Tomlinsonmoving adjournment. House divided, 75 for adjournment and five-and-seventy against. Everything now depended on theSpeaker. If he gave casting vote against adjournment, might go on merrily far into morning.Speakertook another course. Quite time to go home. So supported adjournment, and rest of business speedily wound up.
Tuesday Evening.—Charlie Beresfordabout House to-night in unusually limp condition. Avoided Treasury Bench. Wouldn't even enter House. "Only come down," says he, "to signal postmaster to hand over letters." Rumour gathers thatCharleshas had difficulty with his colleagues. Perhaps feels remorse about Crimes Bill, or can't stomach Land Bill. However it be, it is confidently whispered that he has resigned. All the Naval Captains on Conservative side make a point of loitering about Treasury Bench, and, if possible, exchange a word with Old Morality. If there is vacancy at Admiralty, will want a substitute. No harm in reminding him of the existence of one or two.
Presently made clear that it is for domestic, not political, reasons thatCharliehas resigned. Seems that when at Review on Saturday, he, being on Queen's Yacht, filled up idle five minutes by signalling to his wife on another ship. This grave breach of etiquette shakes naval force of Great Britain to centre. Can be atoned for only by offender sacrificing his professional position and prospects. SoCharliesends in his resignation, andBritannia, dissolved in tears, weeps over her errant son. Procedure of course only formal. Can't spare gallant and capable sailor like this on account of breach of etiquette.
Business done.—Land Bill in Committee.
Stop Thief"Stop Thief!!"
Thursday Night.—Timon the rampage.Saundersonset him agog at Question time, by rubbing him down wrong way. But it wasBalfourwho completed work. AsTimfrankly admits, cannot sit oppositeBalfour, smirking on Treasury Bench, without losing control of himself.
"I know it's wrong,Toby," he said to me after, in the Lobby, "but there is only one way to prevent it. I must quit the House, and go out for a walk on Terrace. To seeBalfoursitting over there on the small of his back, sneering whilst we are trying to do our best for Ireland, is too much for me."
Having had back put up byBalfour, Conservatives below Gangway opposite completed transformation ofTimfrom peaceable citizen into an infuriate.Henniker Heaton, charging himself only half postage, sent frequent irritating messages across floor of House.Timmade show of taking off coat, turning up sleeves, and harryingHenniker. Chairman interposed with threat of "Naming."Timdefied him, but presently gave in, and withdrew offensive remarks.
Timothy HealyHere's Timothy Healy, Who spoke too freely.
Mr. de LisleHere's Mr. de Lisle, Who "didn't even smile."(A Fancy Portrait.)
(A Fancy Portrait.)
Seemed all over now.De Lisleproposed to offer few observations. Smartly rapped on head byCourtney, and resumed seat. Then Division. Whilst House cleared,De Lisletook opportunity to have little conversation withCourtney.Timwatched him with lowering eyes. The Division takes about ten minutes. Supposing he andDe Lislewere to pair, go on the Terrace, and have it out? Happy Thought. Suggest it toDe Lisle. Swooped down on him while talking toCourtneyin chair, and plainly propounded proposition.
"Come out!" he said, in blood-curdling whisper. "Come out, if you are a man. If you interrupt me again, I'll break your neck."
This conclusive, but as argumentative process not recognised in House.De Lislewent out by a door other than that affected byTim. Chairman said nothing, but as soon as Members returned from Division Lobby sent forSpeaker, and reported circumstances to him. SoTimwas suspended. Now partially anticipating the Recess. House practically empty. To-night filled up for this scene. After it was over, Benches cleared again, there being nothing more interesting than business to the fore.
Business done.—Committee on Land Bill.
When found, make a note"When found, make a note of forTit Bits."
Friday.—Captain Bunsbyappeared in House to-night. Took familiar and graceful form ofRichard Temple. Some one questioned him as to what would London School Board do if the Pensions Bill promoted by it did not pass this Session? Would they terminate engagements for purpose of compelling their servants to come within provisions of Bill?
"Sir," said SirRichard, casting killing glance at Ladies' Gallery, "whether the Board shall see fit to exercise their power is a question which no man can answer; and, if so be, wherefore? Why, Sir, because the Board will never form a decision on contingencies which have not yet arisen."
House delighted. Roared with laughter.
"When found, make a note of forTit Bits," saidNewnes; and he did.
Land Bill in Committee again. Getting terribly dull, though wakes up now and then whenHarcourtinterposes. Tremendous scene at Half-past Two this morning, when Old Morality rebuked him. O. M. accusedHarcourtof making charge against Ministerialists.
"I don't know what charge I have made," saidHarcourt; "but I am prepared to maintain all I have said."
That, of course, settled matter, and Members went home.
Business done.—Land Bill in Committee.
GROUSE PROSPECTSTwo "Birds'-eye" Views.
Two "Birds'-eye" Views.
pointing finger
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