THE CRISIS.

["Lord Macaulay's prose seems to be finding favour again."

_Oshkosh Sentinel._]

The place, too, was well fitted for such a gathering. Memories of

departed monarchs spoke from the rich hangings of the room in tones

that were not less eloquent for being silent. Here the FIRST GENTLEMAN

OF EUROPE had displayed the rounded symmetry of those calves which

had defied the serried legions of the French and, in their lighter

moments, had captured the wayward fancies of the fair or mitigated the

harshness of a statesman. This was the chamber where the SAILOR KING,

bluff but not undignified, had jested with his intimates, had smoothed

a frown from the rugged brow of WELLINGTON or held his own against the

eagle glance of GREY; the chamber where the great QUEEN, conscious of

her august destiny, had consecrated to grief such moments as could

be spared from the needs of Empire; the chamber where her son had

laboured for peace and extended the bounds of friendship; the chamber

where a DISRAELI, repaying scorn with scorn, may have spread his

snares, and a GLADSTONE, overwhelmed by the torrent of his own

eloquence, may have fallen into them.

Nothing was wanting to complete the solemnity of the spectacle.

Outside, the scarlet-coated sentries paced rigidly on their accustomed

rounds, and the populace, hemmed in by the strong arms and the panting

forms of the constabulary, cheered to the echo its favourites or

exchanged with one another the harmless sallies that give pleasure to

a crowd. Within, the KING himself, his face now clouded with anxious

thought, now lit with hope, gave a cordial welcome to the more

unwonted of the guests he had summoned to his presence, while busy

courtiers filled the corridors with an importance which lost nothing

in weight from being unwarranted by knowledge or experience. Lackeys

in the gorgeous liveries of the most brilliant Court in Europe were

in attendance, ready to minister to those whose failing strength might

need refreshment, or to execute with intelligence and despatch the

humbler duties pertaining to their office.

Nor were the chiefs unworthy of the scene to which they had been

called. There was the Speaker, LOWTHER, his brow beaming with the

good-humour which enabled him to abate pomposity without injuring

the feelings even of the pompous, and to calm with a happy phrase the

agitated waters of debate. There were ASQUITH, strong in the affection

of his friends, and LLOYD GEORGE, braced to action by the invectives

of his foes. There were LAW and LANSDOWNE, staunch defenders of the

citadel in which the last of the Tories, stern and unbending as ever,

had sought refuge. Waterford had sent JOHN REDMOND, the pride and

champion of a nation, the unwearied vindicator of Ireland's right to

govern herself. Through years of contumely and depression he had borne

aloft her standard, and now, when her triumph was all but achieved,

he was here to watch over a settlement which all desired, though

none hitherto had been able to bring it about. With him had come JOHN

DILLON, tall, dignified and stately, whose grey hair and admirable

bearing had won the respect and conciliated the temper of the most

fastidious assembly in the world. Arrayed against these two, sons

of Ireland no less than they, were CARSON and CRAIG; CARSON with his

saturnine face and his swift and piercing intelligence, CRAIG of the

burly form and uncompliant humour. Vowed to the Orange cause, and

dwelling fondly on memories of the Boyne, they denounced with equal

severity the religion of Rome and the political aspirations of the

majority of their fellow-countrymen. Such were the men who were now

met to decide the most momentous issue of our time.

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[Illustration: THE POWER BEHIND.

AUSTRIA (_at the ultimatum stage_). "I DON'T QUITE LIKE HIS ATTITUDE.

SOMEBODY MUST BE BACKING HIM."]

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[Illustration: GLOSSOMANCY IS THE NEW SCIENCE WHICH ENABLES YOU TO

READ PEOPLE'S CHARACTERS BY THE SHAPE AND SIZE OF THEIR TONGUES. THE

ABOVE CANDIDATE FOR THE POSITION OF PARLOUR-MAID IS IN THE ACT OF

RESPONDING TO AN INQUIRY AS TO WHETHER SHE IS HONEST, INDUSTRIOUS,

GOOD-TEMPERED, TRUTHFUL AND OBLIGING. THERE IS FEAR THAT HER ACTION,

THOUGH PURELY SCIENTIFIC, MAY PROVE FATAL TO THE INTELLIGENT GIRL'S

CHANCES.]

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