Seems that HANBURY has exceptional means of obtaining information.  OLD MORALITY has privately shown him Military Report with respect to Heligoland.  A confidential communication, something of the kind the MARKISS carried on with the population of Heligoland.  But HANBURY straightway goes and tells all about it in a letter to one of his Constituents; letter gets into papers.  SUMMERS reads it out to House.  Eagerly thirsting after knowledge on military matters, SUMMERS wants also to see the text of Report.  Why should HANBURY have it all to himself?  Quartermaster-General SUMMERS would like opportunity of studying it, and forming opinion as to accuracy of the naval and military men who have drawn up plan.  Will OLD MORALITY favour him by placing him on an equality of confidence with HANBURY?  No, OLD MORALITY will not.  Howl of indignant despair from Radicals.  Never heard of this Report before; but that HANBURY should see it, and thereby be enabled to assure his constituents, even by nods and winks, that it was all right about Heligoland, was more than they could put up with.  O’PICTON sat morose at the corner seat below the Gangway.  Who was HANBURY, that he should have the advantage of studying these military documents when the grand-nephew of PICTON of Waterloo was left out in the cold, his martial instincts unsatisfied, his knowledge of strategical points of the British Empire unsatiated?

Another instance this of the misfortune that pursues the Government.  Little did OLD MORALITY think, when in moment of weakness he showed this important document to HANBURY, what a hornet’s nest it would bring about his unoffending head.

Business done.—­Irish Constabulary Vote passed.

Thursday.—­At last OLD MORALITY has heard something and seen something.  Heard how things went on to-day in Committee on Procedure.  Worse and worse.  Prince ARTHUR made curious blunder for one so alert:  introduced into draft Report admission of principle that Lords might, an they pleased, refuse to consider in current Session, any Bill coming up to them from Commons.  HARCOURT saw his opportunity; used it with irresistible skill and force.  Committee adjourned in almost comatose state.

This is what OLD MORALITY has heard from JOKIM, who begins to think that, after all, life is a serious thing.  What he sees is, that it is impossible to further delay decision about business.  Accordingly announces complete surrender.  All, all are gone, the old familiar faces—­Land Purchase Bill, Tithe Bill, and even this later project of the new Standing Order.  “What, all our pretty chicks?” cry the agonised Ministerialists.

“Yes,” said OLD MORALITY, mingling his tears with theirs, “our duty to our QUEEN and Country demands this sacrifice.  But,” he added, bracing up, significantly eyeing Mr. G., and speaking in dear solemn tones, “we reserve to ourselves absolute freedom of action on a future occasion.”  Opposition shouted with laughter, whilst OLD MORALITY stood and stared, and wondered what was amusing them now.  New Session is, according to present intentions, to open in November.  Will the Land Purchase Bill be taken first?  Mr. G. wants to know.