And yet all this seemed to heighten the effectiveness of the scene and the speech.

Once again one had to think of Mr.Gladstone--as posterity will think of him at this splendid epoch of his career--not as the party politician, giving and receiving hard blows--riding a whirlwind of passion--facing a hurricane of hate--but as the Nestor-patriot of his country, telling all parties alike the gospel that will lead to peace, prosperity, and contentment.

The Tories, doubtless, see none of this; but even they cannot help falling into the mood of the hour, and under the fascination of the speaker.

Now and then they interrupt, but, as a rule, they sit in respectful and awed silence.
Whenever they do venture on interruption, the old lion shows that he is still in possession of all that power for a sudden and deadly spring, which lies concealed under the easy and tranquil strength of the hour.
He happens to mention the case of Norway and Sweden as one of the cases which confirm his contention that autonomy produces friendly relations.
He has to confess, that in this case some difficulties have arisen; there is a faint Tory cheer.

At once--but with gentle good humour--with an indulgent smile--Mr.Gladstone remarks that he doesn't wonder that the Tories clutch at the smallest straw that helps them to eke out a case against autonomy, and then he proceeds to show that even the case of Norway and Sweden doesn't help them a bit.
[Sidenote: A vivid gesture.] There is another little touch which will bring out the perfection and beauty of the speech.