-everybody knows that he used to
denounce Dublin Castle--and peal on peal of laughter and cheers followed
from the Liberal and Irish Benches. Mr. Morley followed up his advantage
by saying, with a comic air of despair, "It is very awkward to have
coadjutors using this kind of language about each other."

[Sidenote: A reminiscence of 1885.]

This is just the kind of thing which rouses even the most tired of the
House; there was an immediate rise the temperature; the Liberals and the
Irish were ready to delightedly cheer; the Tories, who always get
restive as they approach the final hour of defeat, grew noisy, rude, and
disorderly. Then Mr. Morley turned to the charges against the Irish
members, and asked the Tories if their own record was so white and pure
that they could afford to throw stones. This brought an allusion to the
Tory-Parnellite alliance of 1885, which always disturbs, distracts, and
even infuriates the Tories. They became restless and noisy, and Mr.
Balfour and Mr. Goschen began to rise and explain. Well would it have
been for Mr. Goschen had he resisted this inclination. Mr. Morley was
alluding to the Newport speech of Lord Salisbury, and Mr. Balfour was
defending it. "Ah, but," said Mr. Morley, "did you not"--meaning Mr.
Goschen--"did you not yourself attack Lord Salisbury for that very
speech?"--a retort that produced a tempest of cheers. There were then
some scornful and contemptuous allusions to Mr. Russell--to his stale
vituperation, and, above all, to his grotesque charge against Mr. Morley
of making himself the tool of clericalism. "There are more kinds of
clericalism than one," said Mr. Morley, alluding to the violent
partisanship of the Presbyterian clergymen of South Tyrone. Finally, the
speech ended in a lofty, splendid, and impressive peroration. When
tracing the progress of the cause for the last seven years, Mr. Morley
spoke with the fine poetic diction in which he stands supreme, of
"starless skies" and a "tragic hour"--meaning the Parnell crisis--and
then he used the words which more than any other thrilled the House. "We
have," he cried, "an indomitable and unfaltering captain," and cheer on
cheer rose, while the Old Man sat, white, silent, with a composed though
rapt look.

There was the bathos of a poor speech from Colonel Nolan, and then the
division. Everybody has the numbers now--34 majority--34 in spite of
Saunders and Bolton, of absent Wallace, and unpaired Mr. Wilson. We
cheer,