It is known that he is still fondly devoted to the Church, and it was suspected that though his convictions were settled on the necessity of doing away with the Establishment in Wales, it was not the kind of work to which he went with any zest.

But Lord Randolph roused the Old Lion within him, and with flashing eye, with a voice the resonance of which echoed through the House as though he were twenty years younger--with abundance of gesticulation, and sometimes with swinging blows that were almost cruel--he slew the young intruder and wound up the debate on the Church in a frenzy of excitement and delight among his followers.
[Sidenote: Mr.Kenyon.] There came, then, a series of incidents which threw the House into convulsions of rancorous scorn and farcical laughter.

Earlier in the evening there had been a speech by Mr.Kenyon.Words fail to describe the kind of speech Mr.Kenyon delivers.

Sometimes one is doubtful as to the sex of the speaker, for he moans out his lamentations over "the dear old Church of England" exactly as one would imagine a sweet old lady with a gingham umbrella and a widow's cap to intone it.

Meantime, the rest of the House is convulsed with laughter, so that there is the curious contrast of one man--Punch-like in complexion and face--reciting a dirge while the rest of the House are holding their universal sides with laughter.