If you see him peculiarly light-hearted; if he be gesticulating with
broad and generous sweep on the Treasury Bench; if he be whispering to
Sir William Harcourt, and then talking almost aloud to Mr. John
Morley--above all, if he be ready to meet all comers, you may be quite
sure that he has just delivered a couple of rattling and lengthy
speeches, in which, with his deadly skill and perfect temper, he has
devastated the whole army of false arguments with which his opponents
have invaded him. So, for instance, it was on March 28th. It was noticed
that he was not in the House for some hours during the discussion of the
Vote on Account. But, as evening approached, there he was in his
place--fresh, smiling, happy, every limb moving with all the alertness
of auroral youth. In the interval between his first appearance in the
House and then later, he had delivered two lengthy speeches to two
deputations of deadly foes; but he came down after this exertion just as
if he had been playing a game of cricket, and had taken enough physical
exercise to bring blitheness to his spirits and alacrity to his limbs.
[Sidenote: His unending progress.]
And then the best of it all is that Mr.
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