Then arose Sir F. E. SMITH, and with a few forensic gestures demolished the house of cards that Mr. TREVELYAN had so laboriously erected. Most of his cases were out of court because they had already been in court, the decisions he impugned being those of the magistrates. As for the daughter of the partridge-slayer she was an associate of a notorious German spy, and had come back from Switzerland with a message for one of his agents. As her case had been fully considered by the late HOME SECRETARY he suggested that Mr. TREVELYAN should talk to him about it. This was the most pungent speech of the afternoon. The most amusing was that of Mr. GINNELL, who kept the House in fits of laughter for ten minutes while in his most rasping tones he jerked out epigrams against "this thing calling itself a Government." The Coalition was described as "two poisons blended, which could not make a wholesome drink." Never before has he had such a success. I only hope it will not turn his head and encourage him to attempt conscious humour. * * * * * [Illustration: _Veteran_ (_instructing "Bantam" in his duties as sentry_). "You look over there--there's the Germans. Don't you worry about them--_they_ won't 'urt you. But you watch those blinking rats. _They'll_ get you by the back of the leg and pull you off the bloomin' fire-step in no time!"] * * * * * "The World at War at ---- Theatre Only." _Advt. in Evening Paper._ We are relieved to find that the area of conflict has been so much restricted. * * * * * FROM SOMEWHERE IN AFRICA. We have just returned from another of those little expeditions which are becoming almost a habit with the ---- Frontier Force when in search of an enemy whose discretion is only rivalled by that of the German High Seas Fleet. We moved out four days ago with all the pomp of war--horse, foot and guns, ambulances and long trains of transport waggons, the fierce vivid fighting of the desert before us. We rode seventeen miles that day and camped at some wells. As we rolled ourselves in our blankets round the camp-fires to rest for the glorious contest of the morrow our hearts should have been filled with dreams of undying fame. But we were really wondering when the squadron transport would arrive with our porridge and sausages for breakfast. Next morning we were in the saddle by 3 A.M., and after some ten or twelve hours of unbroken and undisputed progress we captured two Arab shepherds in charge of as many as eight sheep. This _succes fou_ was the cause of justifiable satisfaction.