Impossible more fully and accurately to describe that particular quality of the House of Commons which every one who intimately knows it feels but would hesitate to attempt to define. _Thursday._--Noble Lords are studiously and successfully disposed to conceal passing emotion. Masters of themselves though China fall, even should it drag down with it Japan and Korea. Return of Lord LANSDOWNE after prolonged bout of illness, an event so popular that it broke through this iron shield of hereditary conventionality. His reappearance welcomed from both sides with hearty cheer, in volume more nearly approaching House of Commons habit than what is familiar in the Lords. LEADER OF OPPOSITION is unquestionably one of the most highly esteemed among Peers. There have been crises in history of present Parliament when, through attitude taken by extreme partisans, he has found himself in difficult situation. Invariably circumvented it. Without making pretension to be a Parliamentary orator--pretension of any kind is foreign to his nature--he has the gift of saying the right thing in appropriate words at the proper moment. Looks a little worn down with long seclusion in sick chamber. But, as the House noticed with satisfaction gracefully reflected by Lord CREWE, "is unimpaired in his power of Parliamentary expression." This afternoon, to debate on Lord PARMOOR'S Bill amending Defence of Realm Act he contributed a weighty speech instinct with sound constitutional principles. _Business done._--In Commons MCKENNA found opportunity of refuting by statement of simple facts circumstantial fables about Home Office patronage of ex-German waiters. Supplementary Estimates for Civil Service voted. House counted out at 5.40. Adjourned till Monday. * * * * * [Illustration: PEOPLE WHO OUGHT TO BE INTERNED. "I MIGHT LET HAROLD GO TO THE FRONT IF I THOUGHT IT REALLY NECESSARY. BUT THERE ARE SO MANY BOYS WHO ARE MORE USED TO ROUGHING. YOU SEE, HAROLD HAS BEEN SO VERY CAREFULLY BROUGHT UP."] * * * * * ST. VALENTINE'S DAY, 1915. _A Missive from the Front._ Ere the first grey dawn has banished Restless night and her alarms, When the sleeper's snores have vanished On the order "Stand to arms!" When the sky is bleak and dreary And the rain is chill and thin, Be I ne'er so damp and weary, Yet my thoughts on You I pin. When the bullets fly unheeded O'er the meagre parapet, As I pace my ditch impeded By the squelching mud and wet; When I eat my Army ration With my fingers caked in clay-- You can stake your total cash on Me remembering You this day. Though the glittering knight whose charger Bore him on his lady's quest With an infinitely larger Share of warfare's pomp was blest, Yet he offered love no higher, No more difficult to quench, Than this filthy occupier Of an unromantic trench. * * * * *