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measure, like the Home Rule Bill, or the arriving just a moment too late, has Bill for the Disestablishment of the the doors slammed right in his face. Welsh Church. Mr. Speaker rises in his This is what occurred when the news. chair, and puts the question: "The ques. papers announce that Mr. Robinson or tion is, that this bill be now read a Mr. Jones was "shut out." second time. As many as are of that The question is again put in the same opinion will say 'Aye.'” A deafening form by the Speaker. There is still shout of “Aye” arises from the govern. time for those who have challenged the ment benches. "The contrary, 'No,'" decision of the Speaker to give way; continues Mr. Speaker, and a thunder and occasionally they do give way when ous volley of “Noes” comes in response the question is not of great party impor. from the Opposition side of the House. tance. But on this occasion the second I think the 'Ayes' have it,” says Mr. declaration of the Speaker, “I think the Speaker. The Speaker always decides 'Ayes' have it,” is answered again by a in favor of the side supported by the shout from the Opposition benches, government, unless the motion be of a “The 'Noes' have it.” The die is now non-party character, when he decides cast. The division lobbies must decide according to the volume of sound from the issue. The Speaker accordingly the "Ayes” or the “Noes.” But in most adds, “ 'Ayes' to the right and 'Noes' to cases the decision of the Speaker is not the left," and names the two chief accepted. The Opposition again roar Government Whips as the tellers for out: "The 'Noes' have it,” and thus the the former and the Whips of the Oppo. division is challenged.

sition as the tellers for the latter. The Speaker then gives the order: The members then pour out into the “Strangers will withdraw;" and at the division lobbies, which are two long and same moment the electric bells which wide corridors or passages running are set up in profusion all over the round the Chamber. The supporters of precincts of the Palace of Westminster the "Ayes” come up the House and -in every corridor and in every room enter their lobby by the door behind the -ring out a summons to members to Speaker's chair; the “Noes” go down hurry to the Chamber, as the division is the House and file into their lobby by about to be taken. The policemen who the door under the clock. When the are on duty in the lobbies and corridors House is cleared the entrance doors of also shout “Division!” with all the the division lobbies are locked and the strength of their lungs, and so, amid the exit doors are opened to allow the two tingling and the jingling of the electric streams of members to return to the bells, cries of "Division" answer other Chamber again at the end opposite the cries of "Division” in every part of the one by which each left it. In each palace.

lobby two clerks sit at a desk, with lists This ringing and shouting continues of members alphabetically arranged befor two minutes-marked by a sand- fore them. At one side of the desk glass in front of one of the clerks on the there is a large card with the legend “A table-which is the time it is supposed to M,” and on the other side of the desk a member would take to get to the another card with “N to Z.” The mem. Chamber from the most distant point oibers pass this desk in single file-each the members' quarters. Into the House on the proper side, according to his the members come rushing breathlessly initial letter-giving their names to the from dining-rooms, library, and smok- clerks, who tick them off on the printed ing-rooms while the sands in the glass papers before them. In this way a are running their course. At length the record of the members who take part in Speaker makes a sign to the sergeant each division is taken, and is published at-arms, and the doors of the Chamber as part of the proceedings of the House. are locked.

They cannot be opened It is interesting to note that for some again until the division is taken. It time after this wise and proper system often happens that a tardy member, of recording votes was introduced in

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1836, as a result of the enormous in- can command, whilst the occupants of crease of popular interest in the pro- the ministerial benches answer back ceedings of the House brought about by with mocking laughter and cries of the Reform Act of 1832, the old mem- defiance. "Order! order!" is heard from bers regarded it with considerable dis- Mr. Speaker, and silence is once more favor, and the tellers who then dis- restored. The result of the division charged the task of taking the record must be announced from the Chair. often found it difficult to obtain the The paper containing the figures has names of some of the members as they been passed on by the clerk to the intentionally pushed past them in the Speaker as the tellers return to their division lobbies. The tellers now places on the benches. “The 'Ayes' to merely count the members. At the exit the right were 298; the 'Noes' to the left, door of each lobby stand two of the 290," says the Speaker, and he adds, "so tellers, one representing the government the 'Ayes' have it." Once more the and the other the Opposition, who count cheering and shouting and yelling are the members as they pass out and go renewed – the government, delighted into the House again-one teller check- that they have won, the Opposition reing the other the counting, and thus joicing over the narrow escape of their obviating any dispute between them as

opponents. to the result.

The scene which follows a close The average time a division occupies division after a great debate in the is ten minutes; but some big divisions, House of Commons is one that can in which most of the members par- hardly ever be forgotten even by a ticipate, take a quarter of an hour or spectator. The intense passion of the twenty minutes. At length all the moment is contagious. Everyone is members have returned from the swayed by it. Even the most staid and division lobbies, and the work of count. solemn members of our great legislature ing is over. The tellers appear in the cheer and shout like schoolboys, and Chamber, and give to one of the clerks wave their hats over their heads, and at the tables their respective numbers. slap each other on the back in the The victors will now be known in a turbulence of their emotions. Out into moment. The clerk writes the figures the Lobby they stream, friends and on a slip of paper, which he hands to opponents together, laughing and Jok. the principal teller of the side that has ing, and chaffing each other good.

Immediately a roar of delight, humoredly; for, though they have which lasts for a couple of moments, angrily stormed at each other across the arises from the triumphant majority. floor at exciting moments of the debate, They do not wait for the announcement now that all is over, amity and good of the exact result. They know now fellowship once more reign supreme. that they have won-by what majority In another minute the doorkeeper cries, does not for the moment concern them, “Who goes home?" and the extinguish. and they rejoice accordingly. Now we ing of the great white light on the clock shall hear the numbers. The four tower tells London that the House of tellers meet in a row in front of the Commons has adjourned. table—the tellers for the victors to the

MICHAEL MCDONAGH. left, the tellers for the vanquished to the right, and after the four have bowed simultaneously to the Chair, the prin

Translated for THE LIVING AGE. cipal teller for the majority reads out

TRANSLATIONS FROM CARDUCCI. the numbers in a loud voice: “Ayes' to

DREAM. the right, 298; 'Noes' to the left, 290."

(From the Italian Hexameters of Carducci.) What a narrow escape for the govern. Reading of battles once, in the sounding ment! It is now the turn of the Oppo.

measure of Homer sition to shout, and so lift their voices All in a drowsy summer noon, I sank into in exultation with all the energy they slumber:

won.

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MIDSUMMER

THE

onous

Then, from Scamander's banks, my soul to Have they but come to soothe my grief, Tyrrhenian waters

from the shores of revival, Fled, and I dreamed-oh sweetly dreamed! Where the lost years abide, and the forms -of my earliest being.

of those who have left us? No more books!—but the room, so hot with So they passed—the dream and my dearly the Julian Solstice,

belovéd together. Loud with the roar of wheels on tbe stony Laura was singing a merry strain in a streets of the city,

neighboring chamber, Opened wide, and the hills of home were Bice above her frame, was peacefully plysoaring around me,

ing the needle. Dear, wild hills, alive with the delicate leafage of April.

TO GARIBALDI ON

ANNIVERSARY Over the height a slim cascade, with gladdening murmur

OF MENTANA. Fell, and became a stream, whereby was

Nov. 3rd, 1880. walking—my mother!

(From the Alcaics of Carducci.) Young she seemed, and fresh as a flower, Our great dictator, silently pondering and there clung to her finger,

Conducts the march. His decimate com-White neck full of shining curls-a

panies beautiful urchin. Proudly he trudged along, and set his Lead are the skies, and the land is

Trudge on behind the lonely rider; infantile footsteps,

wintry. Glad of his mother's love, and glad, in the core of his being,

His charger's footfall, plashing monotOver the tuneful joy of Nature's infinite festa.

In mire, is heard, and, echoing after it, Then I knew 'twas Ascension eve, for The rhythmic tramp of men, and deepaloft, in the castle

drawn Bells rang out for the Christ, going back Sigh in the darkness, of hearts heroic.

to his heaven, to-morrow. And the melodious bars of the vernal But every mound of livid mortality, canticle, flowed from

And sod bedewed with animate crimson, Peak to level, blent with the whisper of Where'er made stand a fated handful leaves and of fountains.

Dear Mother Italy, of thy childrenRosy the flower of the peach, and white the flower of the apple;

Diffused a light like stars in the firmaSmiled in blossoms of gold and blue, the

ment, turf of the meadow;

A message breathed of heavenly melody; All the hillsides flaunted in yellow broom, While Rome the eternal shone before, and and the valleys

Rang o'er the slaughter an airy pæan:Decked themselves for the feast, in mantle of sanguine clover.

Mentana spurns the shame of tue cen. Then, while a soft sea wind arose, and the

turies: flowers gave odor,

The foul embrace of priest and of emSeaward I looked, and saw four snow

peror; white sails in the offing.

Thou, Garibaldi, in Mentana, Balancing, balancing slow, they passed Settest thy foot upon Pope and Kaiser!

along, in the sunshine Whereby earth, and sea, and sky, in glory“Oh Aspromonte's rebel magnificent, were blended.

And oh Mentana's valorous conqueror, Full at the orb she gazed-my happy, Go tell this tale, and tell Palermo's maidenly mother

On the high Capitol, to Camillo!"I at her, and upon my br er-wondering, doubting,

So clear a chant of mystical choristers -He who lies afar on a hill overlooking Was heard in all the borders of Italy, the Arno,

The day there fell a touch of healing Sie who sleeps hard by-in the waste of On the poor prey of the tyrant's lashes.

the solemn Certosa, Wondering, doubting—are they alive? or, And now, beloved, thee, her new Romulus, in their compassion

New Rome salutes with rapturous piety,

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Thy star ascends. Oh, far from falling, made from the wild crab, or "scrab" Stillness of death upon thee, divinest! as it is locally called, and proud she

was of its garnet-like clearness. Across the abyss of nameless humanity, As she pressed down the last cover, The ages call thy spirit illustrious.

however, she spoke: "I dinent ken To heights where sit in solemn council

aught about closets, though maybe's Gods of the soil of our sacred country.

the Lord will hear us; whether or no, I

mind I did ask him to send us a good Thy star ascends: and Dante amazedly To Virgil saith—“Our heroes of fantasy

crop when I was plantin' them taties, Were less than he.”—But Livy, smiling, and sure enough never had we the "He is of history, oh my poets!”

likes on't; but I dee like to see yon

man get into the pulpit; he always has In him, the bold and patient Ligurian, that nice an' white shirt breast, and Lives on the line of Hesperian citizens; his coat is that fine and black and With lofty look, he stands for justice shiny, it looks gae fittin,' and eh, but Bathed in the beams of a bright ideal.

he does thump the good book fair won

derful,” and with this exposition of Oh Lion-heart!-In fiery ebullience Of Ætna's caves, or thunder of cataracts

her views of preaching Jane returned

to her task. From Alpine heights thou beatest alway Full in defiance of beast and tyrant!

Sunday afternoon though it was, she

felt no burden on her conscience by But calmly too in heave of cerulean

reason of its mundane characterSeas, or the balmy breath of the flower- rather, indeed, unconsciously prided time,

herself because it was a "nice tidy job, When suns of May shed sweet effulgence and she could do it in a clean white Over the mighty who sleep in marble.

apron."

The function had almost a sort of sanctity about it and partook of a religious character.

Sunday was principally marked to

Jane by the fact that she could wear a From The Gentleman's Magazine. white apron all day, instead of the THE BONDAGER.

coarse sacking wrapper proper to fieldA NORTHUMBRIAN SKETCH OF THIRTY work. YEARS AGO.

Jane wrought the “Bondage" on the "My bairn, I feel kind o' troubled farm where her brother was "hind," like, for the preacher body he kept and worked from 6 A.M. to 6 P.M.. tellin' us we maun gan' into wor for the handsome sum of fifteen-pence, closets to pray, and wors is that small and when the weather wasn't too and that full o'taties naebody could rough, Jane was

wonderfully CONmanage it ony gait," and Betty Best tented too, and no more thought of sighed as she stretched her poor old questioning the 'rightness of it than feet in front of the fire that Sunday she did that of the hours of rising and afternoon, and looked wistfully the setting of the sun itself. towards her gaunt middle-aged daugh- Jane could neither read nor write, ter, appealing for a little light on her and was not clever enough to have problem.

found out for herself that if everybody The latter was standing at the plain left off working twelve hours and only deal table, putting paper covers on worked eight, poverty would be some half-dozen jam-pots, and did not more, and the pure streams of naanswer immediately, for Jane's fingers tional prosperity would forthwith run were coarsened by field-work, and her wherever directed, even uphill if the task was in her eyes a delicate one. pipes were laid on proper Socialistic

Poor as they were, she had man- principles! aged to make "a boilin" of that de- Ah! well, the world moves and we licious apple jelly which can alone be with it, and if Contentment must needs

no

die to give birth to Progress, so let it back, or slung in a shawl so as to be. Perhaps no human being has a leave her hands free for basin and for right to be contented with so little as basket. poor Jane possessed.

How proud she was of him, too, so Her life had known no great joy, not proud she forgot his weight, forgot even the blossoming time of youthful even that he hurt her when his hard love, for “virtue” is too often a very little fists beat her shoulders or tugged stern and almost sordid thing below a at her hair, as he cried, “Jenny do certain level of intellectual culture- faster-Dan 'ants to twot,” and the either it means a prudent and too often tired, willing steed tried to trot forthloveless marriage, or a life of old with. maidenhood unsoftened and unsweet- Dan was a man now, and a strong, ened by any recollection of the happy good-looking chap, too; and though he pairing time which ought by rights to had not been in a hurry about it, he come to all.

was doing a bit of courting on his own Love in its higher aspects is a plant account at last, and Jane had his supthat needs culture for its development, per to keep waiting while the milkneeds something of leisure, something maid at the farm took longer to fill of freedom from lower cares (if a man her cans in the byre than she was or woman hasn't bread and cheese, he wont to do, and the old mother by the or she thinks of bread and cheese first ingle muttered to herself that “Dan and companionship second)-needs, should hae more sense than let his too, a touch of self-consciousness and hasty-puddin' spoil for all the lasses a sense of individuality—“I must be l” that ever were made,” and that “no -before there comes any wish for good would come o' such a iy-by-themental union. In fact, mind must sky as Sally was like to be. exist before it can unite itself to Autumn wore on and winter came, mind.

and a terribly severe one it was. "Love" to Jane meant ruin and Snow fell heavily very early, and lay shame, as she had seen it in some of for weeks on the outlying farms where her girl companions, while her view of food grew scarce for man and beast, marriage

expressed naïvely and it was difficult to get fresh supenough when speaking of that of a plies in the blocked condition of the comparatively wealthy woman: “What roads. call had she to marry?- She'd plenty There was no field work proper, but to keep herself!” and apparently folly Jane had to help in foddering the catcould no farther go in Jane's maiden tle and herding the sheep, and many mind.

a weary plunge she had with backBut though joy had been unborn, her loads of hay or aprons full of cut turlife had held one great passion; a love nips, while her limbs ached and her deep as that of sex, tender and self

fingers grew benumbed. denying as that of motherhood itself. But the worst was yet to come. Dan

Ever since the day when, a girl of the stalwart, Dan the beautiful, Dan eight, her baby brother had been given “the man-body," took cold. How, no her to hold and to nurse, “Wor Dan" one knew, and soon he lay gasping for bad meant all the world to Jane. breath and groaning as the sharp cut

And a bonny child he had been- ting pain of pleurisy darted through sturdy and strong, and "wilful as a lad his body. bairn should be," and a heavy weight There was much of the baby still in for poor underfed Jane to carry in his the big, strong man, and he was all petticoat days, when, their mother unused to suffering, and as night fell working in the fields, the little girl had the pain grew worse. to be nurse and housekeeper and cook, The nearest medical man lived seven and carry dinners to the field-workers, miles away, and the roads were barely with the chubby youngster astride her passable, while telegraph-wires were

was

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