Pretty to see OLD MORALITY’s firm attitude, in face of this demonstration.  Had capitulated to Irish at first sound of TIM’s low voice; quite a different thing with inconsiderable people like the Scotch or Welsh.  Almost haughtily protested against possibility of alteration.  “Members,” he said, vaguely remembering copy-book heading, “are made for business, not business for Members.”  That settled it.  Motion for Adjournment carried; Young GOSSET, with his beaver up, advanced to remove Mace, and House went off for Christmas holidays.

Business done.—­Sittings adjourned till 22nd of January.

* * * * *

NOTE ON THE WESTMINSTER PLAY.—­The notion of its being performed in “The Dormitory” is delightful.  None of the performers could possibly be offended by the audience doing the right thing in the right place, and going to sleep.

* * * * *

PHILLALOO!

A SONG OF “UNITED IRELAND.”

AIR:-"KILLALOE.”

  Well, I’m glad that I was born
  In the land the Sassenach scorn,
    For its fondness for a first-class Phillaloo. 
  Faix!  Home Rule’s a purthy schame,
  And on Thursday PARNELL came
    To insthruct us how to floor the “Pathriot” crew. 
  I’d one Leader, that I swear,
  Now there’s siveral “in the air,”
    And it sthrikes me I’ve a doubt which one is thrue;
  But whin things are out of jint,
  To decide the tickle pint,
    Faith! there’s nothing like a first-class Phillaloo!

    Chorus.

    Ye may talk about McCARTHY,
    As a leader sane and hearthy,
    For to lead the “Pathriot” parthy;
      But ochone! and wirrasthrue! 
    It seems anything but aisy
    (Ask DICK POWER and Misther DEASY)
          To lead for long
          A parthy strong
      Widout a Phillaloo!

  PARNELL wiped BODKIN’s eye,
  And of all his toype “made pie.” 
    O’BRIEN telegraphed wid much surprise;
  And brave DILLON “over there,”
  Seemed disposed to tear his hair,
    And TAY PAY inclined to pipe his pathriot eyes. 
  Said BODKIN, with alarm,
  “This will do the paper harm,”
    Said LEAMY, “I’m appointed to your place.” 
  Thin on a float or dray
  They the papers sint away,
    And scatthered all the Staff, and closed the case.

  Chorus.—­Ye may talk of J. McCARTHY, &c.

  [Illustration]

  Ooh, bhoys, there was the fun! 
  But the game was far from done.
    United Ireland did not yet appear;
  For whilst NAGLE had stepped out,
  BODKIN came wid comrades stout,
    And a hamper, which was packed with bottled beer. 
  PARNELL swore an awful oath
  He’d have law agin ’em both,
    And he came from KENNY’s house in Rutland Square;
  And he raised a Phillaloo
  With the aid of followers true,
    And replaced the valiant LEAMY in the chair.