But, speaking generally, Mr.Gladstone uses his giant powers with extraordinary benignity and mercifulness, and is almost tender with even his bitterest opponents.

When, therefore, Mr.
Gladstone was being baited by beef-headed Lowther, he for the most part looked simply pained; and took refuge in that far-off self-absorption which enabled him to forget the odious reality in front of him.

And assuredly, if you looked at the face of Gladstone, and then at the face of Lowther, and thought of the different purposes of the two men, you could not be surprised that Mr.Gladstone should desire to forget the existence of Mr.Lowther.

Mr.Lowther's face, with its high cheek-bones, its heavy underhung lip, like the national bulldog in size, and in its impression of brutal, dull, heavy tenacity--its grotesque good-humour--its unrelieved coarseness--brings out into higher contrast and bolder relief the waxen pallor, the beautifully chiselled features, the dominant benignity and refinement of the face of Mr.Gladstone.

And, then, think that the one man is fighting to maintain, and the other to put an end, and for ever, to the hateful, bloody, and, it might almost be said, bestial struggle of centuries; and you can understand the feeling of overwhelming loathing which sometimes rises in the breasts of those who see the two men pitted against each other.
[Sidenote: For Jimmy was leader.] For this was what it had come to in the House of Commons.