It is for the Liberals to hold them firmly to the dear old miracle and rub their noses in it.

So, and so only, will this electorate of ours rid itself, under a misapprehension, of a real peril, to which, if able to see the thing in its true form and dimensions, it would in all likelihood yield itself grovelling." "Eh?
I don't follow--" "I tell you, Bonaday, the House of Lords is in fact no hereditary curse at all.

What the devil has it to do with the claims of old descent?
Does it contain a man whose ancestor ever saw Agincourt?
Bankers, brewers, clothiers, mine-owners, company-promoters, journalists--our Upper House to-day is a compact, fairly well-selected body of men who have pushed to success over their fellows.

Given such a body of supermen, well agreed among themselves, and knowing what they want, supplied with every temptation to feed on the necessities of the weak, armed with extravagant legal powers, even fortified with a philosophy in the sham Darwin doctrine that, with nations as with men, the poverty of one is the wealth of another--there, my dear sir, you have a menace against which, could they realise it, all moderate citizens would be fighting for their lives.

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