All those men who then sat in the House, and who on that night crowded the galleries, remember his tones as, turning to the dissenters who usually supported him, and pointing over the table to his opponents, he uttered that well-worn quotation, _Quod minime reris_,--then he paused, and began again; _Quod minime reris,--Graia pandetur ab urbe_.

The power and inflexion of his voice at the word _Graia_ were certainly very wonderful.

He ended by moving an amendment to the Address, and asking for support equally from one side of the House as from the other.
When at length Mr.Daubeny moved his hat from his brow and rose to his legs he began by expressing his thankfulness that he had not been made a victim to the personal violence of the right honourable gentleman.

He continued the same strain of badinage throughout,--in which he was thought to have been wrong, as it was a method of defence, or attack, for which his peculiar powers hardly suited him.
As to any bill that was to be laid upon the table, he had not as yet produced it.

He did not doubt that the dissenting interests of the country would welcome relief from an anomaly, let it come whence it might, even _Graia ab urbe_, and he waved his hand back to the clustering Conservatives who sat behind him.