In her corner place in the gallery had sat throughout this dazzling speech that best of friends and truest of wives, who has been the guardian angel of Mr.Gladstone's life; and with outstretched hands and dim eyes, she received her triumphant husband in the corridor, where she had been waiting for him.
[Sidenote: Deeper and deeper.] Friday, May 12th, I may dismiss in a few words.

As the closure had been refused on Thursday night, the Obstructives started again on the first clause on Friday afternoon--Mr.T.W.

Russell leading the van.

He had nothing to say beyond what he had said a hundred times already, even in the course of the present Session; and his speech would have passed unnoticed had it not been for a brisk but odious and ignoble little storm which he and the Tories managed to raise between them.

Mr.Russell declared that he heard the phrase across the floor, "What the devil are you saying ?" and stopped as if the heavens and the earth must refuse to go round on their axes because of this introduction into Parliament of the negligences of private conversation.