In other words, Mr.Goschen threw away his notes; Labby advised Sir Charles Dilke not to go to a division; the debate had not begun and then it was over, and all that followed was addressed to a House empty of everybody.

The Old Man--dexterous, calm, instinctive--had spoken the right word to meet every view, and there was nothing more for anybody to say.

There is nobody else in the House who can do it; when his voice is stilled, the greatest of all Parliamentary secrets will die with him--the secret of saying the exact thing in the most difficult and embarrassing of situations.

To the outside public, perhaps, this speech appeared nothing remarkable, and the allusions to it I have seen in the press have been few and perfunctory.

You should hear House of Commons' opinion; you should listen to Unionists who hate him, to Tories who distrust him, to know what an estimate was formed of this marvellous speech by House of Commons' opinion.
[Sidenote: The triumph of the miners.] On the Wednesday, again, Mr.Gladstone gave another example of his extraordinary dexterity.