short.  It was left to the seething and revolutionary days of 1847-8, when the Continental nations were toppling over thrones and kicking out kings, for sundry of our men of light and leading to bethink themselves of the immense political power that lay in the holding of the land, and how, by the exercise of the old English law, which gave the holder of a 40s. freehold the right of voting for the election of a “knight of the shire,” such power could be brought to bear on Parliament, by the extension of the franchise in that direction.  The times were out of joint, trade bad, and discontent universal, and the possession of a little bit of the land we live on was to be a panacea for every abuse complained of, and the sure harbinger of a return of the days when every Jack had Jill at his own fireside.  The misery and starvation existing in Ireland where small farms had been divided and subdivided until the poor families could no longer derive a sustenance from their several moieties, was altogether overlooked, and “friends of the people” advocated the wholesale settlement of the unemployed English on somewhat similar small plots.  Feargus O’Connor, the Chartist leader, started his National Land Society, and thousands paid in their weekly mites in hopes of becoming “lords of the soil;” estates here and there were purchased, allotments made, cottages built, and many new homes created.  But as figs do not grow on thistles, neither was it to be expected that men from the weaving-sheds, or the mines, should be able to grow their own corn, or even know how to turn it into bread when grown, and that Utopian scheme was a failure.  More wise in their generation were the men of Birmingham:  they went not for country estates, nor for apple orchards or turnip fields.  The wise sagaciousness of their leaders, and the Brums always play well at “follow my leading,” made them go in for the vote, the full vote, and nothing but the vote.  The possession of a little plot on which to build a house, though really the most important, was not the first part of the bargain by any means at the commencement.  To get a vote and thus help upset something or somebody was all that was thought of at the time, though now the case is rather different, few members of any of the many societies caring at present so much for the franchise as for the “proputty, proputty, proputty.”  Mr. James Taylor, jun., has been generally dubbed the “the father of the freehold land societies,” and few men have done more than him in their establishment, but the honour of dividing the first estate in this neighbourhood, we believe, must be given to Mr. William Benjamin Smith, whilome secretary of the Manchester Order of Odd Fellows, and afterwards publisher of the Birmingham Mercury newspaper.  Being possessed of a small estate of about eight acres, near to the Railway Station at Perry Barr, he had it laid out in 100 lots, which were sold by auction at Hawley’s Temperance Hotel, Jan. 10, 1848, each lot being of