“I fail to understand,” answered the Angel. “Where is all the rural population, where the mansions of the great, the thriving farmer, the contented peasant, the labourer about to have his minimum wage, the Old, the Merrie England of 1910?” “That,” responded his dragoman somewhat dramatically, extending his hand towards the old man, “_that_ is the rural population, and he a cockney hardened in the Great Skirmish, or he could never have stayed the course.” “What!” said the Angel; “is no food grown in all this land?” “Not a cabbage,” replied his dragoman; “not a mustard and cress--outside the towns, that is.” “I perceive,” said the Angel, “that I have lost touch with much that is of interest. Give me, I pray, a brief sketch of the agricultural movement.” “Why, sir,” replied his dragoman, “the agricultural movement in this country since the days of the Great Skirmish, when all were talking of resettling the land, may be summed up in two words: ‘Town expansion.’ In order to make this clear to you, however, I must remind you of the political currents of the past thirty years. You will not recollect that during the Great Skirmish, beneath the seeming absence of politics, there were germinating the Parties of the future. A secret but resolute intention was forming in all minds to immolate those who had played any part in politics before and during the important world-tragedy which was then being enacted, especially such as continued to hold portfolios, or persisted in asking questions in the House of Commons, as it was then called. It was not that people held them to be responsible, but nerves required soothing, and there is no anodyne, as you know, sir, equal to human sacrifice. The politician was, as one may say--‘off.’ No sooner, of course, was peace declared than the first real General Election was held, and it was with a certain chagrin that the old Parties found themselves in the soup. The Parties which had been forming beneath the surface swept the country: one called itself the Patriotic, and was called by its opponents the Prussian Party; the other called itself the Laborious, and was called by its opponents the Loafing Party. Their representatives were nearly all new men. In the first flush of peace, with which the human mind ever associates plenty, they came out on such an even keel that no Government could pass anything at all. Since, however, it was imperative to find the interest on a National Debt of £8,000,000,000, a further election was needed. This time, though the word Peace remained, the word Plenty had already vanished; and the Laborious Party, which, having much less to tax, felt that it could tax more freely, found itself in an overwhelming majority. You will be curious to hear, sir, of what elements this Party was composed. Its solid bulk were the returned soldiers, and the other manual workers of the country; but to this main body there was added a rump, of pundits, men of