“Sir,” said OLD MORALITY, rising to the occasion, “I have to assure my Noble Friend that Her Majesty’s Government are, in common with other inhabitants of the Metropolis, extremely sensible of the serious injury, disturbance, and hardship inflicted by the increasing prevalence of fog.  What, it may be asked, is the cause of the London fog?  These fogs, which occur generally in the winter time, are occasioned thus:  some current of air, being suddenly cooled, descends into the warm streets, forcing back the smoke in a mass towards the earth.  But, my Noble Friend might ask, why are there not fogs every night?  I will tell him, for this is a matter in which Her Majesty’s Government have nothing to hide, or, I may add, to conceal.  Our wish is to meet the convenience of Hon. Gentlemen in whatever part of the House they sit.  Fogs—­this I have no hesitation in stating—­do not supervene without intermission on successive nights, because the air will always hold in solution a certain quantity of vapour which varies according to its temperature, and when the air is not saturated, it may be cooled without parting with its vapour.  Yes, I know.  My Right Hon. Friend, the Member for West Birmingham, with his usual acumen—­which I am sure we all recognise—­asks me, In what circumstances do fogs occur at night?  I am much obliged to him for reminding me of the point.  Fogs happen at night, when the air has been saturated with vapour during the day.  When this is the case, it deposits some of its superabundant moisture in the form known in rural districts—­as my Hon. Friend, the Member for the Bordesley Division, is well aware—­as dew.  In the Metropolis it is more familiar as fog.  This process of deposition commences as soon as the capacity of the air for holding vapour is lessened by the coldness of advancing night.  I think I have now answered the question of my Noble Friend fully, and, I trust, frankly.  He will, I am sure, upon consideration, see that this is not a matter with which a Royal Commission could be expected successfully to cope, and, therefore, I may add, Her Majesty’s Government do not, after full consideration of their duty to the QUEEN and Country, think it desirable to adopt the suggestion thrown out by my Noble Friend.”

[Illustration:  Feeling his Way through the Fog.]

BRAMSTON BEACH’s face during this subtle discourse a study; remained very quiet for rest of sitting; told me at ten minutes to eleven he thought he was beginning to grasp OLD MORALITY’s meaning.  “Yes,” he added, with more cheerfulness, “I’m feeling my way through the fog.”

Business done.—­STANSFELD’s Franchise Resolution negatived by 291 Votes against 189.

Thursday.—­In Lords to-night, three white figures fluttered down gently on to red Benches, like virgin flakes of snow.  But, unlike snow, they didn’t melt.  On close examination, turned out to be three new Bishops; two of them old friends, with new titles.