“If,” says SARK, “I had to begin my Parliamentary life again, I would sit for a Tory borough, and advocate Radical notions.  If it were possible, I would, with such a programme, like to represent one of the Universities, Oxford for choice.  There’s a sameness about fellows who fret up from Liberal benches and spout Radicalism, or about men who talk Toryism from the Conservative camp.  It’s what was expected; what the House of Commons enjoys is the unexpected.  GRANDOLPH knows that very well.  If he’d come out as a Liberal, he wouldn’t have been half the power he is.  The secret of success in political life, my young friend, is to sit in darkness, and clothe yourself with light.  The thing doesn’t hold good in the converse direction.  A man sitting on Liberal benches, and talking Toryism, will gain cheers from other side, but not much else.  Look at HORSMAN in the past; look at JOKIM in the present.  Certainly he is CHANCELLOR OF THE EXCHEQUER; but, even with that, I suppose you wouldn’t call him a political success?”

[Illustration:  Cupid’s Bowman.]

SARK a little prosy and opinionated; otherwise a good fellow.  Whilst his homily in progress ground considerably cleared.  Manchester, Sheffield, and Lincolnshire Bill put oft till to-morrow; Kensington Subway Bill withdrawn; BAUMANN triumphant.  Still remained public business; OLD MORALITY led off with proposal to take Tuesdays and Fridays for morning sittings and Opposition mustered in great force; Mr. G. present, glowing with his own eulogy on ARTEMIS.  OLD MORALITY moved Resolution with deprecatory deferential manner; only desire was to do his duty to QUEEN and Country and meet the convenience of Honourable Gentlemen sitting in whatever part of the House they might find themselves.  Evidently expected outburst of indignant refusal, long debate, and a big division.  Some indignation, but little debate and no division.  Everyone on Opposition Benches seemed to expect some one else to declare himself irreconcilable.  When question put, a pause; no one rose to continue the successive brief speeches; before you could say JAMES FERGUSON, Government had, on this 16th of March, practically secured all working time for remainder of Session.

“I feel like CLIVE,” said OLD MORALITY; “or was it WARREN HASTINGS?  Anyhow I am amazed at my own moderation.”

[Illustration:  THE LORDS IN THE COMMONS.]

Business done,—­Morning Sittings arranged for rest of Session.

Tuesday.—­“Lords” and Commons came in conflict to-day under novel circumstances.  Lord TANNEL-CHUNNEL, pending settlement of question about making his Channel Tunnel, is promoting new trunk line of railway.  Means to bring the Manchester, Sheffield and Lincoln line straight into London; terminus comes in by Lord’s Cricket Ground; invades the sweet simplicity of St. John’s Wood; artistic population of that quarter up in arms; shriek protest in Lord CHUNNEL-TANNEL’s ear, and shake at him the angry fist.  But TANNEL-CHUNNEL not a Baron easily turned aside from accomplishment of his projects.  Squares Committee of “Lords”; impresses into support of his scheme representatives of all the big towns on the route; Manchester, Nottingham, Leicester, all cheer him on; Liberals, Conservatives, Dissentient Liberals, swell his majority.  Second Reading of Bill carried by more than two to one.