Some uneasiness in ministerial circles last week upon observation of MACARTNEY going about his country's business in white ducks. These are, so to speak, Cap'en TOMMY'S colours. Always ducks them when he goes on the warpath against the Admiralty. For the Secretary of all men, he the only man, to follow TOMMY'S example in this respect didn't look well. Was said to be a hint to whom it might concern that if the department didn't treat him with more respect, MACARTNEY would carry over to the enemy his stored wealth of naval knowledge. Since Private HANBURY got his stripes, and is now referred to in debate as "The Honourable Corporal," CAP'EN has no party. With MACARTNEY forming the nucleus of one, who knows what might not happen? House relieved to-night to find Secretary to Admiralty has hauled down sign of revolt, and put on ordinary trousers. If there was anything in the incident, all is well now. That there may have been appears from the CAP'EN'S unusually embittered tone when the subject is alluded to. "Call _them_ ducks!" he cried in scorn. "They were only white drawers. No member of this House should attempt to walk up the floor in ducks unless he is prepared to keep on his domestic staff a man who has made the garment a life-long study; who knows how to wash it, starch it, iron it, and, above all, to fold it up." _Business done._--Appropriation Bill brought in. _Tuesday._--One decided advantage of change of position of sections of parties on formation of new Ministry is to bring SILOMIO within reach of HEMPRER JOE'S knobstick. In last Parliament, united against common enemy, SILOMIO was most deferential to "my right hon. friend," while JOSEPH'S respect for patriotic instinct of Swazi Chief, whose fathers, having come over with the Conqueror, went out in the _Mayflower_, was sometimes past expression. Now HEMPRER JOE has come into his kingdom; his knobstick is exchanged for a sceptre, whilst SILOMIO begins to realise something of the feelings of the Red Man when harried by his haughty ancestors. Like him, SILOMIO'S possessions are taken from him. His Civil Lordship of the Admiralty is given to another, and that other the son of his former trusted right hon. friend. When, therefore, to-night SILOMIO, from his arid exile below the gangway, sings again his old song with its low lament-- Swaziland, my Swaziland! and when HEMPRER JOE, to the delight of scoffers opposite, rolls him over and over, pinks his fluffy eloquence with scornful stiletto, no wonder he turns at bay, and reminds L'HEMPRER of things he said about HERCULES ROBINSON at a time he sat untrammelled on Opposition benches. [Illustration: "Swaziland, my Swaziland."]