This was the head of the Bishop of Ripon. I
cannot stare for even a second at this tiny tomtit and artificial
figure, with all those lawn sleeves and black gowns, and all the other
fripperies and draperies of the parson-peer, who is to every rational
man so grotesque and contemptible an intruder in a legislative chamber.
In the grim and crowded gallery of the personages of an Irish Epic, such
an intruder is like the thin piping note of a tiny bird mid the carnage
and shouts and roars of a battle-field.
Everybody knows the result of the division: for the Bill, 41; against,
419; majority, 378. It was a conclusion that was foregone, but the Lords
themselves recognized the comic futility of it. The attempted cheers
ended in one loud, mocking, universal laugh. And thus the curtain fell
on the historic drama of the great Home Rule Session.
T.P.
THE END.
INDEX.
Address, the; 17-30
Agriculture; 24-28
Alarm, a false; 185-6
Anarchy, the unloosing of; 166-7
Allan, Mr.; 258
Apology, Mr. H. Fisher's; 250-1
---- a lame; 251-2
Argyll, the Duke of; 275-6
Asquith, H.H.; 15, 42, 46, 52, 128-30, 185
---- A splendid speech; 28-9
---- Advocate rather than Minister; 28
---- as Leader; 148
---- and the miners; 162
Austin in the fight, Mr.
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