Intelligent Briton.  “OF COURSE NOT.  I MEAN FRENCH BLANK VERSE—­THE BLANK VERSE OF CORNEILLE, RACINE, MOLIERE!”

Mademoiselle.  “OH, MONSIEUR, THERE IS NO SUCH THING!”

[Briton still tries to look intelligent.]

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ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.

EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.

House of Commons, Monday Night, February 16.—­After long tarrying, House once more justified its old character.  Been dolefully dull these weeks and months past.  Thought it was dead; only been sleeping.  To-night woke up, and audience that filled every Bench, blocked the Gangways, and thronged the Bar, had rare treat.  Occasion was the indictment of Prince ARTHUR; long pending; was to have come off at beginning of Session; put off on account of counter attractions in Committee-Room No. 15; postponement no longer possible; and here we are, House throbbing with excitement, OLD MORALITY nervously clacking about Treasury Bench, bringing his chicks together under his wing.  RANDOLPH brought his young beard down to witness performance.

[Illustration:  A Buffer Q.C.]

Initial difficulty in Irish Camp; Brer FOX sitting in old place, two steps down third bench below Gangway.  Brer RABBIT, sunk in profound meditation, oblivious to the rival Leader’s presence, occupies corner seat; room for one between them.  Who shall take it?  Anxious time for TIM HEALY.  Nothing he dreads so much as possibility of outbreak.  In Committee-Room No. 15, Brer FOX snatched out of Brer RABBIT’s hand a sheet of paper.  Suppose now, in sudden paroxysm, he were to reach forth and taking Brer RABBIT by the beard bang his head against the back of the Bench?  TIM’s gentle nature shivered with apprehension; thing to do was to get a good plump gentleman set between the two, so that in case hostilities broke out his body might be used as buffer.  Thought of ELTON first.  Besides a professional desire to find occupation for Members of the Bar, ELTON’s figure seemed made on purpose for the peaceful errand TIM had in mind.  Broached subject.  ELTON said, always happy to oblige; but was, in fact, just now retiring from Parliamentary life; didn’t care to be brought into undue prominence.  Besides, he belonged to other side of House; Why not try T.B.  POTTER?

“The very man!” cried TIM, “I believe you and he scale the same to a pound, and though your waist is more shapely, he has the advantage in shoulders.”

POTTER most obliging of men; offered no objection.  So TIM conducted him to the seat; he dropped gently, but firmly in it; Brer RABBIT putting on his spectacles, and looking across the expanse of T.B.’s shoulders, thought he recognised Brer FOX at the other side.  Anyhow, he was beyond speaking distance, and so embarrassment was obviated.

TIM, his mind thus at rest, able to devote his attention to debate, to progress of which, he contributed a few interjections.  Finally, when Division taken on JOHN MORLEY’s Motion, and everybody ready to go home, he moved and carried Adjournment of Debate.