calculated to draw out the belligerent spirit of any man, and the Chief
Secretary, though he holds himself well under restraint, has plenty of
fire and passion in his veins. He let out at T.W. Russell in splendid
style, and the more the Tories yelled, the more determinedly did Mr.
Morley strike his blows. Russell, he said, had spread broadcast
phylacteries, and used his most pharisaical language. At this there were
deafening shouts from the Tory benches of "Withdraw! Withdraw!" Mr.
Morley's reply was to repeat the words "pharisaical language"--at which
there was another storm. Then Mr. Morley quietly observed that if he
were out of order, the Speaker was the proper person to call him to
account; and as the Speaker made no sign, the Tories were reduced to
silence. In a few sentences, Mr. Morley made mince-meat of the whole
attack: showing that crime, instead of increasing, had actually
diminished in Clare since he had come into office, and that Mr. Balfour
and coercion had completely failed to do even as much as he had done.
Mr. Balfour made a somewhat feeble reply. And finally, in spite of a
strong whip, the Tories were beaten by forty-five--the normal Liberal
majority.

[Sidenote: The loosing of the winds.]

But all this was but the preface to uglier and worse work which was to
come later on. Supply is the happy hunting-ground of obstructives. The
questions there are small, and so easily comprehended, that even the
dullest man can talk about them, and it requires--as I have said
above--not intellect, but temperament. For nearly four hours there was a
discussion on an item of £100, which had been spent on improving the
accommodation of the House of Commons. John Burns, disgusted at this
palpable waste of time, four times moved the closure. Jimmy Lowther--who
has come wonderfully to the front since obstruction and general rowdyism