It had been thought that the one gentleman would not suit the public service, and that the other would do so.

It was for him merely to defend this opinion.

He now held in his hand a letter written by the protege of the honourable member for Limehouse; he would not read it--' (cries of 'Read, read!') 'no, he would not read it, but the honourable member might if he would--and could.

He himself was prepared to say that a gentleman who chose to express himself in such a style in his private notes--this note, however, was not private in the usual sense--could hardly be expected to command a proper supply of wholesome English, such as the service of the Crown demanded!' Then Mr.Vigil handed across to Mr.Nogo poor Screwy's unfortunate letter about the pork chops.

'As to the other gentleman, whose name was now respectably known in the lighter walks of literature, he would, if permitted, read the opinion expressed as to his style of language by a literary publication of the day; and then the House would see whether or no the produce of the Civil Service field had not been properly winnowed; whether the wheat had not been garnered, and the chaff neglected.' And then the right honourable gentleman read some half-dozen lines, highly eulogistic of Charley's first solitary flight.
Poor Mr.Nogo remained in silence, feeling that his black had become white to all intents and purposes; and the big badger sat by and grinned, not deigning to notice the dogs around him.