Mr.Dunbar Barton, personally, is one of the gentlest of men; his manners are kind and good-natured enough to make him a universal favourite--even with his vehement Nationalist foes; and he speaks with evident sincerity.

But he had so worked himself up that he babbled blithely of spending a portion of his days in penal servitude--talked big about a mysterious organization which was being got ready in Ulster, and declared that the day would come when he would stand by the side of the Orangemen in the streets of Belfast.

He was listened to for the most part in silence, until he tripped into an unseemly remark about Mr.Gladstone, when the much-tried Liberals burst into an angry protest.
[Sidenote: Mr.Arnold Forster.] Very different was Mr.Arnold Forster.

I must be pardoned if, as an Irishman, I always see something genial and not wholly unlovely even in the most violent Irish enemy.

We all like Johnston of Ballykilbeg--most of us rather like Colonel Saunderson, and Mr.Dunbar Barton is decidedly popular.