Lord Randolph is not what he was.

The voice which was formerly so resonant has become muffled and sometimes almost indistinct, and the manner has lost all the sprightliness which used to relieve it in the olden days.

The House of Commons is like the Revolution--it often swallows its own children.
[Sidenote: Father and son.] Mr.Chamberlain might have been seen in two very different characters in the course of that same evening.

He is not a soft man--amid sympathetic sniggers from all the House, Mr.Morley at a later stage referred sarcastically to the "milk of human kindness" which flowed so copiously in his veins--but he is a man of strong and warm domestic affections.

He has the proud privilege of having in the House of Commons not only a son, but one who, in many respects, seems the very facsimile of himself, for the likeness between Mr.Austen Chamberlain and his father is startlingly close.