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OUR LONDON LETTER., Issue 8017, 20 September 1889
OUR LONDON LETTER.
ANGLO-COLONIAL NOTES. JFbom Obk London Correspondent.] London, August 10. RANDOLPH TO THE RESCUE. The brilliant and highly-effective speech which Lord Randolph Churchill delivered in the course of the Royal grants debate last Friday evening has done much to rehabilitate the erratic little man both with his own aide and the public generally. "He commenced," says au American who Was present, "by launching some playful but trenchant sarcasms in the direction of Mr Bradlaugh. Undoubtedly Mr Bradlaugh hi 3 been in a good many lawsuits, but that does not make a man a first-rate lawyer. Lord Randolph gently intimated that even the study of the most * mischievous book in the world,' ' Every Man His Own Lawyer,' would not do that. He pleaded for a little more merciful treatment for the Tory party. 'Do not lecture us quite so much; give us the credit of knowing at least enough to understand you.' All this Was received by the House with much chuckling and gloating, and it will do Mr Bradlaugh no harm if it cures him of the ' pedagogic' manner of which Lord Randolph justly complained. With the banter, which played like summer lightning round the stalwart form of Mr Bradlaugh, there was mixed a good deal of solid fact and argument. Presently came little Mr Picton's turn. Ho had talked darkly of terrible catastrophes—he had even hinted, like Mr Toots, at blood. This from a gentleman under sft in height certainly has a somewhat ludicrous sound. Lord Randolph convulsed the House by knocking Mr Picton down with words longer than himself. He had delivered a necromantic, geomantic, thaumaturgic speech ; and as these heavy missiles flew around the bewildered Mr Picton'a head, Lord Randolph drew a fearful picture of the good little man leading the mob of Leicester on to revolution and * catastrophic' issue, amid the laughter of his friends as well as of the Tories. A few minutes more, and Labouchere came upfor a gentle dressing. He, it appears, went in for 4 Cheap Jack Republicanism,' and a general attempt to bring the throne, and all who were near or around it, into disrepute. Scarcely anybody who had spoken yesterday escaped. Mr Storey cams in for heavy punishment. Altogether, a more dashing and slashing speech was never delivered in the House of Commons, even by Lord Randolph. And how the Tories cheered ! They alwavs do when their prejudices or tastes are skilfully appealed to. Anybody might have thought that Lord Randolph had at his back the entire Tory party, including the men whom he has helped to office, and who bear an undying grudge against him on that account. As for the solid part of the speech, it will no doubt be well weighed by the country. Some very remarkable figures were produced as to the amount spent at Sandringham by the Prince of Wales_ in building dwellings for the poor, and improving the state of the people all round him; also some still more remarkable figures as to the present cost of the monarchy in this country. Distributed over the whole population it amounts to three farthings per head. ' Will you shed rivers of blood for that?' asked Lord Randolph of Mr Picton, who was still too confused by the buffeting he had received to make any reply." speeches in this debate were curiously weak and ineffective. Even Sir Wilfrid Lawson, though he scored one by resurrecting an ancient oration of Mr Chamberlain's, in which the now devoted friend of Royalties compared the Prince of Wales to the Tichborne claimant, Was neither so witty nor so telling 33 usual. When he talked of "the flower of the Liberal party following Mr Labouchere into the lobby," the House even laughed at him, which must have been quite a new and not an altogether pleasant experience. Ultimately, of course, only the extreme Radicals voted with the redoubtable Labby. an attack on froude. The 'Echo' to-day has a column oi j " Froude," by a contributor signing himself " M." After a wearisome review of the historian's past and a few mild comments on the extraordinary way in which he edited and wrote Carlyie's letters and biography, damning the great philosopher for ever, even in the eyes of his former admirers, and making him out an ingenious complaining ingrate, he delivers himself as follows :—"Mr Froude has an unhappy knack of stirring up contention and strife. Ever since his ' Nemesis of Faith' he has been in hot water with the zealots, now with historians, later with the Iriah, and so on. Recently his • Oceania' has aroused the ire of our kinsfolk in the Antipodes. The warmth of his passion lends color and passion to his prose, and Mr Froude's pictures of English life will fascinate when his fastidious critics are forgotten." AN EX-aOVERNOR'S DESPATCHES.
Sir George Bowen has, I understand, taken a very active part in the preparation of the selections from his official papers, which Mr Stanley Lane Poole has been busily engaged on for several months past. The book, which is now in type, will be published by Longmans in October. The various colonial Governments are, he tells me, treated in five distinct parts. The founding of Queensland, '59-67, the pacification of New Zealand, and the Parliamentary crisis in Victoria will form what Eublishers ungracefully term the "guts of the ook " ; but there will be several chapters describing Sir George's experiences in other Crown colonies. The book will be printed under his authority. SPORTING. As Charlie Mitchell was landing in Liverpool with full details of the great Sullivan and Kilrain fight, another pugilistic starMr Sam Baxter—was leaving Paddington eu route for Plymouth and the Antipodes. Baxter claims to be the champion lightweight man with the gloves, and has certainly proved himself to be such as far as England is concerned. He left on Saturday by the Rimutaka, and will probably be in the colony about the same time as this reaches your hands. Sam is an apostle of the new school, who reduce glove_ fighting to a science. Ten years ago pugilists did not understand the use of the gloved hand as they do now, and placing an opponent hors de combat by a single blow of the glove was an almost unheard of thing. The present system is a development of to-day, and a four or even an eight-ounce glove in the band of a proficient like Sam Baxter is as deadly as a Roman cestus. A few years ago Sam met with Brown, the examateur. Thompson, your great Australian bookmaker, was present, and, being very much impreßßed with Brown's magnificent physique, backed him to win a heavy stake. Sam was, however, too smart for the mere brute force of the less skilful Brown, and settled that gentleman by a severe body blow with the left while he was avoiding the terrible right of which he had been warned. The great Australasian penciiler lost his money, and returned to the colony very much convinced that Sam was the best 9st 61b man of the day. With this fact he probably strongly imbued another of the sporting fraternity —Mr Sam Allen—for when that gentleman landed here six months ago he at once sought out the redoubtable light-weight, and asked his views as to a boxing tour through the Antipodean colonies. Financial questions being amicably settled, the boxer had no objections. Only the two brothers of the pugilist went to see him off. The matter was by his own request kept secret. "I don't want any ovation nor no bloomin' crowd to see me away," declared Sam, modestly. He is a very quiet, decent fellow, and may be trusted to behave himself decently, as well as winning himself laurels in the ring. He will meet all comers, and to these I would say beware of Sam's " right." There are nearly five weeks before Searle and O'Connor meet, yet the interest taken in the contest is very keen even now. The sporting papers publish long paragraphs of *« training notes " daily. There is, too, some slight speculation, I hear, but no prices are as yet published. Popular opinion, however, sides strongly with the Australian, though O'Connor b supporters declare he cannot lose. Both «' boys "do a good bit of exercise a day—two aquatic trips and a smart run after the shower baths being the general thing.
OUR LONDON LETTER., Issue 8017, 20 September 1889
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