er and say nothing, but to profess through
the press the most advanced opinions. We sit on the back bench of the
gangway, and we call ourselves the Mountain."

Notwithstanding Mr. Bertie Tremaine's oracular revelations, Endymion was
very glad to find his old friend Trenchard generally his neighbour. He
had a high opinion both of Trenchard's judgment and acquirements, and
he liked the man. In time they always managed to sit together. Job
Thornberry took his seat below the gangway, on the opposition side, and
on the floor of the House. Mr. Bertie Tremaine had sent his brother, Mr.
Tremaine Bertie, to look after this new star, who he was anxious should
ascend the Mountain; but Job Thornberry wishing to know whether the
Mountain were going for "total and immediate," and not obtaining a
sufficiently distinct reply, declined the proffered intimation. Mr.
Bertie Tremaine, being a landed proprietor as well as leader of the
Mountain, was too much devoted to the rights of labour to sanction such
middle-class madness.

"Peel with have to do it," said Job. "You will see."

"Peel now occupies the position of Necker," said Mr. Bertie Tremaine,
"and will make the same _fiasco_. Then you will at last have a popular
government."

"And the rights of labour?" asked Job. "All I hope is, I may have got
safe to the States before that day."

"There will be no danger," said Mr. Bertie Tremaine. "There is this
difference between the English Mountain and the French. The English
Mountain has its government prepared. And my brother spoke to you
because, when the hour arrives, I wished to see you a member of it."

"My dear Endymion," said Waldershare, "let us dine together before we
meet in mortal conflict, which I suppose will be soon. I really think
your Mr. Bertie Tremaine the most absurd being out of Colney Hatch."

"Well, he has a purpose," said Endymion; "and they say that a man with a
purpose generally sees it realised.'

"What I do like in him," said Waldershare, "is this revival of the
Pythagorean system, and a leading party of silence. That is rich."

One of the most interesting members of the House of Commons was
Sir Fraunceys Scrope. He was the father of the House, though it was
difficult to believe that from his appearance. He was tall, and had kept
his distinguished figure; a handsome man, with a musical voice, and
a countenance now benignant, though very bright, and once haughty. He
still retained the same fashion of costum