The rash and foolish experiments of those who sought to impair the glorious fabric of our laws and our Constitution found no favour in Billsbury.  It was not your fault, I know, that this state of things has not been maintained, and that Billsbury is now groaning under the heavy burden of a distasteful representation.  Far be it from me to say one word personally against the present Member for Billsbury.  This is a political fight, and it is because his political opinions are mistaken that you have decided to attack him”—­&c., &c., &c.  Must throw in something about Conservatives being the true friends of working-men.  CHUBSON is not an Eight Hours’ man, so I can go a long way.  What shall I say next?  Church and State, of course, Ireland pacified and contented, glorious financial successes of present Government, steady removal of all legitimate grievances, and triumphs of our diplomacy in all parts of the world.  Shall have to say a good word for Liberal-Unionists.  TOLLAND says there are about thirty of them, all very touchy.  Must try to work in the story of the boy and the plum-cake.  It made them scream at the Primrose League meeting at Crowdale.

By the way, Uncle HENRY said, “What about the Bar?” I told him I meant to keep on working at it—­which won’t be difficult if I don’t get more work.  I got just two Statements of Claim, and a Motion before a Judge in Chambers, all last year, the third year after my call.  Sleepy.  To bed.

March 12, "George Hotel,” Billsbury.—­Left London by 2.15 to-day, and got to Billsbury at 5.30.  TOLLAND met me at the station with half a dozen other “leaders of the Party.”  One was Colonel CHORKLE, a Volunteer Colonel; another was Alderman MOFFATT, a Scotchman with a very broad dialect.  Then there was JERRAM, the Editor of the Billsbury Standard, “the organ of the Party in Billsbury,” so TOLLAND said, and a couple of others.  I was introduced to them all, and forgot which was which immediately afterwards, which was most embarrassing, as I had to address them all as “you,” a want of distinction which I am afraid they felt.  Tipped two porters, who carried my bag and rug, a shilling each.  They looked knowing, but old TOLLAND had hinted that the other side had got a character for meanness of which we could take a perfectly proper advantage without in any way infringing the Corrupt Practices Act.  Must look up that Act.  It may be a help.  From the station we went straight to the “George.”  There I was introduced to half a dozen more leaders of the Party.  Can’t remember one of them except BLISSOP, the Secretary of the Association, a chap about my own age, who told me his brother remembered me at Oxford.  There was a fellow of that name, I think, who came up in my year, a scrubby-faced reading man.  We made hay in his room after a Torpid “rag,” which he didn’t like.  Hope it isn’t the same.  I said I remembered him well.  Dined with TOLLAND; nobody but leaders of the Party present, all as serious as judges, and full of importance.  CHORKLE, who drops his “h’s” frightfully, asked me “’ow long it would be afore a General Election,” and seemed rather surprised when I said I had no information on the matter.