_House of Lords, Thursday._--K. of K. read brief paper on Military Situation in Flanders. In matter of picturesque detail it did not quite come up to pitch of "EYE-WITNESS'S" despatches from the Front, which in the main it resembled. But it was as comforting as it was concise. Summed up in sentence the position to-day of Expeditionary Force: "Reinforcements have replaced our casualties, and the troops under Sir JOHN FRENCH, now re-fitted, are in the best of spirits, confident of success under their Leader." Touched lightly on rout of Germans in Poland with which the world is ringing; but said nothing about capture of KAISER'S cloak. SARK suggests that this interesting robe should be put up for sale to highest bidder (as if it were the First £1 note), proceeds to be contributed to Fund for Relief of Belgians. This would give opportunity for remarking that having taken off his coat to devastate the homes of the Belgians, WILHELM gave them his cloak also. Suggestion worth thinking about. Certainly something attractive about it in way of poetic justice. _Business done._--In the Commons UNDER-SECRETARY FOR INDIA gave glowing account of the gallant deeds of Indian troops fighting in three continents. _Friday._--After heartening speeches by CHANCELLOR and FIRST LORD, together going to show that "we've got the ships, we've got the men, we've got the money too," Parliament adjourned till Tuesday, February 2nd, with promise that, if necessary, it can be specially summoned at any time on six days' notice. * * * * * "The Germans did not even hesitate to bring up heavy artillery which quickly became embedded in the mud, some of which has since been found by our troops." _Press Association War Special._ From what we hear, our troops have found all the mud they want. * * * * * "In reply to Mr. JOYNSON-HICKS, Mr. MCKENNA said:--Germans cannot land in the United Kingdom without the express permission of the Secretary of State." New motto for Great Britain: "MCKENNA and the Navy our shield." * * * * * Illustration: _Shopkeeper._ "CANDLES ARE UP IN PRICE TO-DAY, Y'KNOW, MRS. O'FLYNN--ON ACCOUNT OF THE WAR." _Mrs. O'Flynn._ "OCH! BAD CESS TO THEM GERMANS! _WHY CAN'T THEY BE FIGHTING BY DAYLIGHT_?" * * * * * A SERVANT OF THE KING. "Your King and country need YOU." "Lor!" Tilda Perkins, her cap awry and a smudge on her diminutive nose, came to a sudden halt, arrested by the staring blue type. "Your King and country need YOU." That personal appeal drove straight home. Tilda's heart swelled; a flush of excitement invaded her cheeks. "Bless 'em! They shall 'ave me," she vowed in a fervour of self-immolation. Tightly clutching the newspaper containing her master's breakfast haddock she scudded off, ablaze with patriotic fire.