He is, of course, a tower of strength--twenty men are not such as he.

But the burden cannot all be borne by one shoulder--especially at a portion of the sitting when, by a strict interpretation of the rules of the House, Mr.Gladstone is allowed to speak but once.

Why were these scattered and young and inexperienced troops not told, by their leaders, of the vast issues involved in this coming vote?
Why were not all the sophistries brushed away, by which the conspirators against the Government were hiding the real effect and purpose of the votes?
Sir William Harcourt is an old Parliamentary hand; Mr.John Morley is excellent when a few words are required to meet a crisis; Mr.
Asquith--keen, alert, alive to all that is going on--sits at Mr.
Gladstone's side.

Why were all these lips dumb?
It made one almost rage or weep, to see the uncertain battle thus left unguided and uncontrolled.
[Sidenote: Mr.Goschen to the rescue.] At last a saviour, but he came from the ranks of the enemy.

Mr.Goschen swept away the network of cobwebs under which Liberals had hidden the issues, and boldly declared the real issue.