The daily gazette., 1878-08-15
The Lords in Session.
Scenes In the House when Bea-
consfield Rendered His Re

consheId Rendered His Re
port.
London Correspondence of Bait sun.
1t is brilliant, animated and extreme
ly picturesque scene. All the rank, beau.
,,ty, fashion and wealth of England are be
fore you. From tbe Royal palace to the
aristocratic country mansion here arc
types of every family of note-types Of
kings, princes, peers, peeresses; types OF
the state, of the church of the army. the
navy, the literature, the art and the In.
dustry OF Great Britain. Only on great
historic occasions is such scene witness.
ed here, and Paris and Berlin become for
the moment secondary themes.
There, in the gallery over the throne.
you see the ever-genial face Of the wife
of the future King of these vast realms
the popular Princess of Wales. By her
side is the pale and interesting Princess
Beatrice, talking rather with her LARGE,
eloquent eyes than those pouting lips, to
the Duke of Hesse. Near her YOU see that
portly, generous-hearted Princess OF
Teck, whom the fashionable world call
Fiat Mary" There, too, her husband,
whom other fair ones call "Handsome
Tecky." His black, keen eyes, his neatly
trimmed moustache, his we'll shaped pale
face and features mark him as decidedly
un-English. There, toe-but as Dean
Swift says: "They are there ever and
three many; stop!" must stop and ask
you look down at the Lords. In they
saunter, hat in hand, but the moment
they enter and are seated put these hats
upon their heads! Oriental almost are
they in this adhesion to their hats. You
are impressed with the air of "don't-care-
a-tiveness" that prevails with these lords
of the kingdom. Few of them carry an
air OF lmpressiveness as to style. There
are only about ten Of them that look like
our orthodox idea Of lords; or perhaps l
| should say our common idea of orthodox
pee Take the chief,in point of rank,
the Duke of Norfolk; he looks as much
unlike the picture of live lord as a Bal
timore belle sighing for foreign matri-
monial alliance could we'll draw. Small
to insignificance Is this chief of all the
blood of the Howards.
PEN PICTURES OF BRITISH STATESMEN.
Earl Granville le-look at him. A merry-
faced, middleSized man, with gray, cut
let-cut whiskers, blue, laughing eyes and
general air of retired butcher. But
he is the most polished in manners and
in wit, as well as in language, of any man
in England. have a strong idea he
was born in Paris. / know he was
brought up there, and also know he is
the only Englishman mastering the
French language ably. And, loi here
comes Dizzy, passing down ike newly
launched ship and dividing the waters
gracefully on each side-the troubled
political waters now. He is cheered by
these men, aged and young, as they
make way for him. He looks as cold.
stolid, leaden and imperturable as if he
were going to the funeral of his only
friend. He walks slowly and bows oc-
casionally, the whole House rising and
cheering. Time care and trouble mark
the Premier's appearance and he seems
TO have aged at least five years since his
visit to Berlin. Is this oniinous? In a
moment the House is still, even to a
painful silence. You hear but the whiz
of fans, the suppressed heavy breathing
like of giant in siesta slumber.
In comes the Marquis of Salisbury ,and
he, too, receives an ovation, the earnest
ness of which is dimmed by the proceed
ing one to his chief. Heavy, solid, stern
and almost frowning is this Minister of
Foreign Affairs. Tall, well-built, big full
bearded dyed dark brown, or black, it
ioOhoJ anu rs H6. III Jn9
Prime Minister looked cold, his Foreign
Secretary looks like the northwest corner
OF Baffia's bay Frgidly he walks to his
seat, crosses his legs, and looks the very
personification of an owl as he pores
over his new and highly-celored may of
Turkey in ASA and Europe.
Lord Derby rose rose In his somewhat
hdgety manner, giving his ponderous
frame and prlze-fghting head an air of
IYF fa
impressive silence, for say what you will
Lord Derby is essentially an Englishman,
and no man is more respected, be he IN
or from any country, as that man who
frankly and independently proclaims his
nationality. We abhor those curious
compounds that are neither 'tfiesh, fish,
nor good red herring" Lord Derby oc-
casionally "calls spade spade" On
this occasion he was emphatic and start |
ling, for his speech is indeed an import
ant one, even If it be telling of tales
out of school. His forte is pulling down,
depreciation, the cheapest ability with
orator or scribe. To his mind, or, may
say, imagination, there is always "some- |
thing wrong" and his caution invariably |
proclaims 'let well enough alone" Not |
a vestige of the speculative or daring is /
in his political composition. He was,
however, ingenious in some of his far
deeper waters than his usual caution per-
mits him to founder in.
LORD VETS HIS WHISTLE AND GETS THE
LIE.
Now comes Lord Salisbury, and he at
tacks Lord Derby bitterly, nay, impohte-
~. Lord Derby, evidently was thirsty
for he left the House to "wet hiswhistle"
and was thereby spared hearing some of
Lord Salisbury's (his successor in office)
attacks of his statements. Lord Carnar-
Won, who is a most polished courtier in
terposed and asked Lord Salisbury if it
was fair to go into personal criticisms of
celleaugue during his absence. "Criticize
his words you may but not his character,"
SAID Carnarvon. A sound piece of advice
for more critics than political ones. This
had no effect, for envy,
malice and all uncharitableness had
strong hold of Lord Salisbury and he
was warm. Somebody brought Lord
Derby back to the House, and then Lord
Salisbury said the statements of the eX-
Foreign Secretary were untrue" You
could have heard pine drop at this
Then sweeping buzz, half
groan and halfsigh, followed and pervad-
ed the whole assemblage.
L never saw the House of Lords come