1891. The Leader of the House explains, in answer to a question, that no understanding exists between England and any Foreign country. No treaty is in contemplation, and never has been suggested on either side. 1892. The Government repeats that England is absolutely free from any international engagements. It must not be thought for a moment that a single battalion will be moved, or a solitary vessel dispatched abroad with warlike intentions. 1893. The Representative of the Cabinet once more denies the suggestion that, under any consideration whatever, will England bind herself to accept European responsibility. This has been said constantly for the last three years, and the Representative of the Cabinet is not only surprised but pained at these frequent and embarrassing interrogations. 1894. Once more, and for the last time, the PREMIER insists that whatever may happen abroad, England will be free from interference. It has been the policy of this great country for the last four years to steer clear of all embarrassing international complications. The other Great Powers are perfectly aware that, under no circumstances whatever, will our Army and Fleet be employed in taking part in the quarrels of our neighbours. The entire Cabinet are grieved at questions so frequently put to them--questions that are not only disquieting abroad, but a slur upon the intentions of men whose sole duty is the safety and peace of the British Empire. 1895. General European War--England in the midst of it! * * * * * VOCES POPULI. BEFORE THE MECHANICAL MODELS. A SKETCH AT THE ROYAL NAVAL EXHIBITION. SCENE--_The Grounds. A string of Sightseers discovered passing slowly in front of a row of glazed cases containing small mechanical figures, which are set in motion in the usual manner._ BEFORE A SCENE REPRESENTING A DYING CHILD. _A Gallant Swain_. That's the kid in bed, yer see. Like to see it die, POLLY, eh? A penny does it. _Polly_ (_with a giggle_). Well, if it ain't _too_ 'arrowing. (_The penny is dropped in, and the mechanical mother is instantly agitated by the deepest maternal anxiety._) That's the mother kneeling by the bed, I suppose--she do pray natural. There's the child waking up--see, it's moving its 'ed. (_The little doll raises itself in bed, and then falls back lifeless._) Ah, it's gone--look at the poor mother 'idin' her face. _The G.S._ Well, it's all over. Come along and see something more cheerful.