The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1842-11-01 00:00:00

ST. PETER'S WARb,
(Uncommonly called Gibraltar.)

This stronghold of radic'alisni has—;tlength yielded to us
every bastion, rampart, tower, and stronghold. There is not
even now A Cliff left defended. Gibraltar ward has given up
the ghost of contention—fired its last radical gun—dropped
the leprous rag of liberalism—and its garrison. has marched
out with all the honours of war, and dishonours of defeat.
Year after year the radical majority has grown " beautifully
less," until last year, when, " well done our side," the co-
adjutor of the godfather of St. Peters's new title was left in
a minority of 26, and a new ray of light broke in uoonathe
destinies of its representation in the council. Knowing
their strength—and

" 'Tis well to have a giant's strength,
But 'tis tyrannous to use it like a giant"

the Conservative electors determined on putting up another
candidate to oppose Mr. (late councillor) Bright, whose term
of office closed at the present session. Who is to be the man
to fill his vacant place?" One answer only pervaded the
thoughts, tongues, and inclinations of the constituency—Mr.
SAMUEL HoLmE! Who so fit ? The man who, as a
staunch uncompromising Protestant, a strong supporter of
the institutions of the country ; a man who never flinched
from the expression of his honest sentiments—never wavered
one minute—but who, hitting at all times the right nail on
the bead, knew well how to drive it home and clench it. He
is the man, tried and trusted, and one in whom confidence
could be reposed. So unequivocal was the call for Mr.
II olme, that he, like Cincinnatus of old, consented to be
dragged from his occupations to serve his fellow-townsmen,
and look after their interests. So unequivocal was the call,
that " they of the adverse side" were scared, and for a long
time feared to bring out a candidate ; but as " never despair"
is a radical motto—and not a bad one, but somewhat musty,
as Hamlet says—they looked about until they perceived A
Cliff looming through the fog of despond, who (to go back to
the tough old Romans again for similies) did not object, like
Curtius, to throw himself into the gulf, and be swallowed up.
So Mr. Cliff permitted himself to he put into nomination,
to help to disturb the peace of the ward—drag the decent
tradesmen from their polished counters and fair customers—
and stand the "hazard of the di Although the electors
have lost their Bright representative, we confidently congra-
tulate them upon having found a Holme at last, in which all
their interests can be safely housed.

the opening of the poll, there was a great rush of voters.
ime up in considerable numbers until half-past eleven,
umbers slackened considerably. Mr. Holme, to

use a sporting phrase, took the lead at starting, and kept it,
increasing his majority every half hour. Mr. Cliffe's sup-
porters knew and fixed an early hour that there was no chance
for him, and one of his advocates publicly declared that he
did not deserve to win from the little interest be had taken
in the contest, and we cannot but regret that knowing so well
,s the party did, that they should have made this at-
empt. The proceedings during the day were of the
nost uninteresting kind, and the monotony of the poll-
s only enlivened by the occasional outbreak
a hearing to raise a laugh. So
" Gibraltar ;" at Mr. Holme's