in almost the very last seat—­separated by half a dozen other individuals—­Lord Randolph is to be seen.  To turn to another part of the House, it is the men in whom Mr. Gladstone most confides who sit on either side of him—­Sir William Harcourt and Mr. John Morley.  If on any day it were seen that either of these two men had left the side of their leader, and was separated from him by several others, the rumour would run like wildfire through the House of Commons that the relations of the Premier and one of his chief lieutenants were strained.

[Sidenote:  Deadly foes.]

So Mr. Balfour watches Lord Randolph and Lord Randolph watches Mr. Balfour, with the deadly vigilance of two men who stand opposite each other in a wood with drawn swords in their hands.  There is another gentleman, besides, whom the Tory leader has to watch, and, perhaps, more keenly.  Lord Randolph Churchill is not always in his place, and his movements in these days are leisurely—­I remember when they were electric in their rapidity and frequency.  But Mr. Chamberlain is a distinctly ready man.  Whatever gifts he has, are always at his command.  He is like the shopman who puts all his goods in the window.  The goods are not very fine nor very good, but they are showy and cheap, and, above all things, take the eye.  Mr. Chamberlain in his day has been a poor attendant in Parliament—­a friend of his used to tell him, when he was supposed to have the reversion of the Liberal leadership, that his inability to remain for hours in succession in the House of Commons would always stand in the way of his being the leader of that assembly.  But he turns up now usually after dinner, and from his seat on the third bench below the gangway, on the Liberal side, watches the progress of battle.  It is known to the intimates of Mr. Balfour that he has not a particularly high opinion of his partner in the work of obstructing the cause of Home Rule.  Indeed, it is impossible that the two men should be really sympathetic with each other.  With all his faults, Mr. Balfour does represent the literary and cultured side of political life; while Mr. Chamberlain is illiteracy embodied.  Then, Mr. Chamberlain has a knack of attributing every victory to himself—­modesty isn’t one of his many virtues—­and this cannot be particularly agreeable to the real leader of the Opposition.  There is thus a constant competition between the two men as to which shall give the marching orders to the enemies of the Government.

[Sidenote:  Mr. Chamberlain’s slatternly inaccuracy.]

There was a singular scene on March 6th, which brought out the relations of the two in a singular manner.  There appeared that day in the congenial columns of the Times a letter, a column in length, and set forth with all the resources of leaded and displayed type which the office could afford.  In this letter Joe had lamented the disappearance of those courteous manners of an elder and more Chesterfieldian time,