Everybody now has got politics on the brain. We dream of politics and
we almost drink politics--at least, we have been drinking politics
to-night. So far as I am concerned, I should like, Rip Van
Winkle-like, to go to sleep for the next two months and wake up to
find the general election over; only then I should like to wake up to
find it had gone the right way.
_Farmers' Dinner, Bassaleg,
October 13th, 1885._