To a house thinned by the endless rhodomontade of a dull Orangeman--with a style of elocution to which the House is unaccustomed, and which has almost every fault delivery could have--the speech of Sir John Rigby, the Solicitor-General, was one of the finest and weightiest utterances delivered on the Bill.

The massive head, the fine face, the rugged sense and leonine strength in face and figure, lent force to a criticism of extraordinary effectiveness on the attacks levelled against the Bill.

First, the Solicitor-General took up the wild and whirling statement of one of the opponents of the Bill, and then coolly--as though it were a pure matter of business--he put in juxtaposition the enactments of the Bill, and the contrast was as laughter provoking with all its deadly seriousness, as the conflict between the story of Falstaff and the contemptuously quiet rejoinder of Prince Hal.

Lord Randolph was taken in hand; he was soon disposed of.

Then Mr.Dunbar Barton was crumpled up and flung away.