"Always read your Diary, TOBY," he said to me, over a strawberry and cream at Marlborough House yesterday; "gather from it the impression that House of Commons is exceedingly interesting place; all its Members eloquent, and all its Ministers virtuous. Must go and see it. Look in on Friday." Here's a go! Known beforehand that MORTON meant to state his views on the MARKISS's foreign policy, with its evident leaning toward Germany. Very awkward if EMPEROR came in just while MORTON was speaking. "It would play the doose with the _ententy cordially_," said JULIUS 'ANNIBAL PICTON, who resents MORTON's interference in the field of foreign policy. Happily Emperor WILLIAM didn't get as far as Westminster; detained at Guildhall; just got off in time to dine with the Great DOOK, and afterwards to the ball at Buckingham Palace. So peace between to great nations is maintained. But MORTON ran us pretty close. _Business done._--Committee of Supply. * * * * * THEN AND NOW. MR. PUNCH'S JUBILEE RETROSPECT. ["_Punch_ and the Elections were the only matters which occupied the public mind on July 17, 1841."--_Introduction to "Punch," Vol. I._] Fifty years ago, my Public, fifty years ago! Faith, the years fleet swiftly onward, though sad hours seem slow. Forty-One beheld my advent, Friend of Truth and Fun; From my _sanctum_ still I greet you now in Ninety-One. "_Punch_ and the Elections!" Truly a compendious text. With how many Burning Questions men to-day are vext! Then the Whigs perceived their tether pretty nearly run, And--they're watching Bye-Elections now in Ninety-One. Then Lord JOHN was on the Treasury Bench, though ill at ease, Thence to be soon torn--like Theseus;--PEEL, the Hercules. Now SMITH smiles a toothy smile in little JOHNNY's place, White the Grand Old Hercules sits watching grave of face. _He_ remembers Forty-One! Few, except _Punch_ and him, Linger from those brave old days, now distant grown and dim! He has reached his Jubilee, as _Punch_ this year hath done. Veterans both, we drink each other's health in Ninety-One! Forty-One was fierce and fiery. Young DISRAELI then Bravely buttered stout Sir ROBERT as the best of men. Pheugh! But in how short a time was BEN's envenomed steel Destined to find rankling lodgment in the breast of PEEL! Now? Well, there is jaunty JOSEPH poisoning his pint; Seeking in GRANDOLMAN's mail some penetrable joint! Heroes and ex-armour-bearers still keep up the fun; One-and-Forty saw it so, and so does Ninety-One! Mr. SHARMAN CRAWFORD (who was _he_? Let quidnuncs guess!) Moved Amendment relative to "Popular Distress." _Then_ his cure was Wider Suffrage. _Now_ what would it be? Land with little or no Rent, and Education Free?