Denton and Haughton Examiner, etc. — 1879-07-26 (Denton, Greater Manchester, England)

DISRAELI—The great chief of the Opposition has spoken. Gloomy, saturnine, isolated, yet triumphant, sits the eloquent and sarcastic Caucasian. Those once brilliant black corkscrew ringlets are growing slightly gray and wiry now, the chin tuft hati disappeared, and time and thought have drawn deep lines in the sallow visage of Benjamin Disraeli, ruler of the Opposition. His attire, too, is sober compared with the myriad-hued garb, the flashing jewellery, and vests of many colours with which Benjamin was 7wont to dazzle our eyes in the days before he slew Robert Peel, and hired himself to the Peotectionists—all in a Parliamentary sense. People say, when he wrote "Venetia" and the "Revolutionary Epic" he used to wear laced ruffles at his wrists, and black velvet inexpressible. He is wiser now. Ho has turned the half century, and only wears a vest of many colours when he dons his gold robe as Chancellor of the Exchequer. He has worn it once and would very much like to wear it again. He has made a very long, telling brilliant speech, in which he has said a multitude of damaging things against Gulliver, his indemnity, and especially against the noble viscount at the head of the Government. He has never been abusive, insulting, coarse, virulent—Oh, never! he has not once lost bis temper. He has treated the noble viscount with marked courtesy, and has called him his right honourable and noble friend scores of times; yet, hearing him, it has been impossible to avoid the. expression, that if any man was ever actuated by the conviction that his right honourable and noble friend was an impostor and a 'hum-. hme, with a considerable dash of the traitor; and that—without hinting anything in the slightest degree libellous—his right honourable and noble friend had been once or twice convicted of larceny, and had failed in clearing himself from the suspicion of having murdered his grandmother, that man was Benjamin Disraeli, M.P. for the county of Bucks. He did not begin brilliantly. He was not in the sflghtest degree like Cicero or Demosthenes, Burke or Grafton, or like thee, my Eglintoun Beaverup, when thou descantest upon the "glorious old cocks,' tie "real tap, sir," of , antiquity. He was, on the contrary, slow, laboured, downcast, and somewhat ponderous; nor even at th conclusion of his magniflcent harangue did he throw his arms about, smite his breast, stamp his foot, or cast his eyes up to heaven—and the ceiling. The days of weeping and gesticulation, of :rumpling up sheets of paper, cracking slave-whips, flingingdown daggers, and smashing the works of watches, seem to have departed from the House of Commons. Yet the eminent Onuessian contrived to create a very appreciable sensation, and certainly shot thosebarbed arrowsof his—arrows tipped with judicious sarcasm and polite malevolence—with amazing dexterity, and with murderous success. He has made his noble friend wince more than once, I will be bound. But you cannot see the workings of that statesman's face, for (save while addressing the noise) he wears his hut; and the light coming from ab•ve causes the friendly brim to oast the vice-eomital to ,n-tenance into shadow. A noticeable man this Hebrew Caucasian, Benjamin Disraeli, with his bygone literary uonsensee, and black-velvet-trousered frivolities. Not at all an Englishman, trustworthy, loveable, nor indeed admirable, according to our sturdy English prejudices. Such statesmen as Shaftesbury, Ximenes,  De Retry, any Minister with a penchant for " dark and crooked ways" would have delighted M him; but to upright, albeit bigoted, William Pitt, he would hare had anything but a sweet savour. Been Tory Oastelreagh and Tory Sidmouth would but ill have relished this slippery spangled, spotted, insincere Will-o'-the-wisp patriot. I should like very much to have known what manner of opinion the late Duke of Wellington entertained of Benjamin Disraeli. It in of course, but matter of speculation; but I can't help thinking, too, that if Arthur Wellesley had had Benjamin in the Peninsula, he would have hanged him to a certainty.—Tsuice Routul the Clock.  THE Loss oF THE LoNnorr.—The boat, into which the captain had thrown a compass, and to the occupants of which he ha st shouted their course, "