The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1905-07-01
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1 porters to hearken to them. Poor re-
porters! truly We have been doomed
to earn your sandwich andy the
sweat of your soul. Ye in the British
House of Commons verify fulfil your
destiny.
My eye rested upon an attendant
{ who sat in the corner of the gallery,
his head upon his hand, in his counter
ance that ineffably resigned look that
compels our exalted admiration in the
pictures OF the martyrs of old. l
thought what a repository of wisdom
must be this man who has probably
sat for years as now he SITS watched
him for some time with awe, and won
dered why it was that the nation did
not hoop the poor mans skull with
STEEL drew out my notebook to
make = memorandum Of this-'f beg
yenr pardon, sir. Put up that note.
book. This is against horders." The
sphinx was speaking at my ear. and
tapping me on the shoulder!
AS walked away from the House
lifted my head and looked defiantly In
the face of Cromwell That fellow
was grinnns at me again. Cromwell
never did like the Irish!
There was good number Of people
walking the tiles when l stepped into
the outer lobby of the House of Com
mons. That certain some of them
were members was patent even to a
man from the mountains like myself.
There is no installing a rooster in his
own reserve. Some of them were
Dublin men, probably deeply con-
cerned in bill providing for a new
pubic pump for Coombe. There
is no installing the Dublin man
either; for even though you met
him without his tall hat and long
black coat in, say, the South Sea
Islands, where he derived his ward.
robe from the paintpot. you would
feel the soft and soothing accent per-
vading the atmosphere. There were
several persons up from the country
whose less fortunate friends at home
would not believe that they had seen
London if they could not vouch that
they had been to the Zoo and the
House of Commons.
These were piled in two alternate
ranks on either side of the pass, which
was kept clear outward from the
mouth of the den, and down which from
time to time bareheaded member
came at dog-trot, scanning alternate
ly card in his hand and the peering
curious faces on this hand and on
that; while policeman shouted out
"Mr. and Mrs. and Miss Smith," and
another policeman in another part of
the lobby calling out, "Mr. and Mrs.
and Miss Smith" Every time the
member thought he detected in the
crowd an ecquiescent smile he smiled
himself as he darted forward with out
stretched hand, but checked himself
and pocketed his smile again, when
he observed that he was suddenly con-
fronted with blank look, and took up
his dog-trot again. When "Mr. and Mrs.
and Miss Smith"-they were constitu-
ents Of his-are at length wheeled
up to him, he expands in smile down
to the third button of his waistcoat,
and almost literally takes to his bo-
som these dear creatures of whom he
is presently execrating in his heart
but whose vote and influence cannot
be ignored. He starts off at his trot
again, this time to do Snowman, and
Mr.. and Mrs. and Miss Smith dog-trot
at his heels. note on the poor mans
countenance an expression of resigna-
ton that is eminently pathetic, while
(heroic souD-he says in sweetest
manner, "Pray, don't mention-de-
lighted-unexpected pleasure-so kind
of YOU
saw the lord chancellor of Ireland
with sonsy face of fine old farmer,
who at the county show always Sc.
cures a prize for his fat calves. The
lord high chancellor then, whose
status and stature are ludicrously un-
proportional, passes, walking at Lord
Chesterfield's knee. The chancellor
has merry twinkle in his eye, and
his large mouth is extended in smile
as he rattles off some comical story,
looking up to the bored Chesterfield
like little boy prattling to the tired
out grandfather who is taking him
home from walk Kerr Hardie,
horny-handed son of, ETC., square-set,
broad shouldered, looking agile and
athletic, is shown to me where he has
a knot of four or five workingmen in
reviewers around him; Mr.. Flavin of
Kerry, with gathered brows and grim
y look In his eye, as if he felt continu-
ally tempted to bring down his strong
fist and extinguish the House of Com
mons; Pat O'Brien, who seems to have
served generously enough in head and
body. but, impatient, ran away with a
I short mans legs, popped out of the
mouth of the den once, the bald spot
on his crown twinkled to and fro, in
and out the crowds among the lobby,