The deadly and almost animal dulness of the performance I must insist on again and again.

Mr.Lowther does not speak--he is as inarticulate as one of the prize bulls which, I doubt not, he delights to view at Islington what time the Agricultural Hall opens its portals to fat men and fat beasts.

He cannot stand on his legs for five minutes together without saying half-a-dozen times, "I repeat what I have already said;" he has no ideas, no language, nothing except sheer bull-headed power of standing on his legs, and occupying a certain amount of time.

Everybody knows that Lowtherism reached its climax on Saturday, March 11th.

On that day, men, who had held high office, were not ashamed to resort to so mean and palpable an obstructive expedient as to put on paper twenty-two questions to their successors in office.
The previous Friday had been bad enough.