But at last he is approaching the peroration.

It has the glad note of coming triumph--subdued, however, to the gentle tone of good taste.

It is delivered, like the whole of the speech, with extraordinary nerve, and without any abatement of the fire, the vehemence, the sweeping rapidity of the best days.

And it ends in notes, clear, resonant--almost like a peal of joy-bells.
[Sidenote: The division.] Then there are the shouts of "Aye" and "No," with "Agreed, agreed!" from some Irish Benches--a humorous suggestion that highly tickles everybody.
Mr.Gladstone is almost the last to enter from the lobby of the majority.

Alone, slowly, with pale face, he walks up the floor.