Our Old Parliamentary Artistic Hand been at it again; looking with eyesight blurred with sorrow on familiar forms of some Members stranded at General Election.  Dismembered, and, for some time at least, not to be remembered.  COWLEY LAMBERT always been a rover.  Went Midland Circuit for short time, and having made the Circuit, made for home.  Then he accomplished “A Trip to Cashmere and Ladak.”  Opportunity now for varying itinerary, and making a “Trip to Ladak and Cashmere.”  Must be moving somewhere.  Wrote himself down in Dod “a Progressive Conservative.”  Has now progressed out of sight of the Chair.  This particular CAMPBELL is neither coming nor going.  He’s gone.

PULESTON seems quite pleased to find LLEWELLYN sitting there, all unconscious of his doom.  PULESTON a little astonished himself when things went bad at Carnarvon.  Only short time ago made Constable of Castle; thought P.C.  PULESTON sure to come in at head of poll; but, “from information received,” appears he didn’t.

[Illustration:  E.H.  Llewellyn.]

[Illustration:  Sir J.H.  Puleston.]

Observe the eye of HAVELOCK-ALLAN on the alert.  He cannot see behind his back, but instinctively knows there is an Irish Member in the vicinity.  His teeth close, his moustache curls, his eyes glare.  He once publicly, in course of debate, sat upon an Irish Member; not metaphorically, but physically.  Irish Member, when he wriggled from under, appealed to SPEAKER on point of order.  SPEAKER ruled proceeding decidedly out of order.  “But I sat on him, TOBY, dear boy,” HAVELOCK said, triumphantly; “and I shall retain the impression to end of my life.”

[Illustration:  THE GRAND OLD GARDENER.]

[Illustration:  Sir H. Havelock-Allan.]

[Illustration:  A.A.  Baumann.]

“So will he,” I observed, when HAVELOCK was safe out of hearing.  He doesn’t like retorts.

The sketch of BAUMANN evidently taken at the moment he heard the announcement of poll at North Salford.  Seems to have knocked him rather of a heap.  Was known in House as Cupid’s Bowman; a smart able, useful Member, whom we shall all be glad to see back again.

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OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.

[Illustration:  A Poppylar Writer in Poppy Land.]

“‘Over the Hills and far away!’ follow yours faithfully CLEMENT SCOTT.”  This is the full title, and signed advice to the public given on the frontispiece of his little shilling book published by EGLINTON.  It is dedicated to Sir EDWARD LAWSON—­“right thing to do my boy!”—­and appropriately so, as if the Baron’s memory runneth not to the contrary, most if not all the articles in this author’s little holiday-book have appeared at some time or other in the D.T., and do not suffer any D.T.rioration by being bound up together in this shilling volume.  It tells of a visit to Hayling, where he picked up health, strength, and an aspirate, when he went there