Our late Member, however, was unable to devote to the Constituency the time and attention it required.  Moreover, I may mention in strict confidence, that his conduct over the Billsbury Main Drainage Scheme alienated a considerable number of his supporters, and the consequence was that at the last election Sir THOMAS CHUBSON, the Liberal Candidate and present Member for Billsbury, was elected by a majority of 279.  Since then, however, the Party has rallied, the divisions in our ranks have been healed, the registrations have been very much in our favour, and there is no reason to doubt that, as soon as Billsbury has the chance, she will return to her ancient allegiance.  I shall be in London the day after to-morrow (Thursday, March 6), and shall do myself the honour of calling upon you.  Kindly let me know where and when I can see you.  I shall be glad to afford you any further information.

    Yours faithfully, JAMES TOLLAND,

To RICHARD B. PATTLE, Esq., President Billsbury Conservative Association.  Dr. Johnson Buildings, Temple, E.C.

I dashed off at once to the Central Association.  They urged me to accept, and told me that even if I failed, which they said was extremely unlikely, my fight would give me “an irresistible claim on the Party.”  Afterwards saw VULLIAMY, the Member for one of the Pinkshire Divisions.  He said “Take it?  Of course you must.  Ridiculous to hesitate.  A youngster like you, who only left College four years ago, ought to be proud of the chance.  If you’re beaten you’ll have a claim on the Party, and mind you don’t let ’em forget it.  Curse them, they never think of a man’s valuable services if he doesn’t keep on reminding them himself;” and then he drivelled on for a quarter of an hour about all he’d done for the Party, and how “the shabby beggars” had refused his nephew the Morterton Recordership.  It seems the other side manage their business much better.  Next I called on Uncle HENRY in the City.  He said he’d stick to his promise of paying half my expenses, but wouldn’t help me to nurse the place.  However, I daresay that won’t cost much.  Eventually wrote to Old TOLLAND, and asked him to call at my Chambers on Thursday at 3 o’clock.  Then went home and told my mother.  She said, “My darling boy, I knew you would be distinguished.  I knew it all along.  If your dear father had only lived, he would have been a proud man to-day.  Now, mind you have that horrid grating removed from the Ladies’ Gallery.”  And with that she kissed me and rang for cook to tell her the news.  I sloped.

On Thursday Old TOLLAND called.  It seems he’s an Alderman, and I only addressed him as plain Esquire.  He wanted to know, What were my views on the Labour Question?  Was I an Eight Hours’ man?  How about Vaccination and Woman’s Suffrage? and all kinds of other rubbish.  I had to beat about a good deal, and answer generally, but at last I consented to address the Council, and to-morrow was fixed as the day.  If accepted, I shall have to come before a Mass Meeting, and go through it all again.  It all seems rather roundabout, but I suppose it’s the usual way.