Depression only momentary. Conservative cheers rose again and again as JOE, turning a mocking face, and shaking a minatory forefinger at the passive monumental figure of the guileless SQUIRE OF MALWOOD, did, as JOHN MORLEY, with rare outburst of anger, presently said, from his place in the centre of the Liberal Camp, "denounce and assail Liberal principles, Liberal measures, and his old Liberal colleagues." After this it was nothing that, some hours later, O'HANLON, rising from a Back Bench, and speaking on another turn of the Debate, should observe, in loud voice, with eye fixed in fine frenzy on the nape of the Squire's neck, as he sat on the Front Bench with folded arms, "I do not believe in the Opposition Leaders, who have split up my Party, and are now living on its blood." _Business done._--JOSEPH turns and rends his Brethren. _Friday Night._--In Commons night wasted by re-delivery of speeches made last year by Irish Members pleading for amnesty for Dynamitards. JOHN REDMOND began it. No Irish Member could afford to be off on this scene, so one after another they trotted out their speeches of yester-year. Lords much more usefully occupied in discussing London Fog. MIDDLETON moved for Royal Commission. MARKISS drew fine distinction. "What you really want to remedy," he said, "is not the fog itself, but its colour." Rather seemed to like the fog, _per se_, if only his particular fancy in matter of colour gratified. Didn't mention what colour he preferred; but fresh difficulty looming out of the fog evident. Tastes differ. If every man is to have his own particular coloured fog, our last state will be worse than the first. _Business done._--None. * * * * * AN INFLUENZA SONG. AIR--"_OH, WE'RE ALL NODDIN'._" Oh, we've none coddlin', Cod, cod, coddlin'; Oh, we've none coddlin'. At our house at home! Ha!--my Father has a cough-- Now--my Mother has a wheeze; What!! my Brother has a pain In forehead, arms, chest, back and knees. So--we've three coddlin', &c. How my eldest Sister aches From her forehead to her toes! And my second Brother's eyes Are weeping either side his nose. So--we've five coddlin', &c. There's my eldest Brother down With a pain all round his head, Ah! I'm the only one who's up-- Oh!... Oh!... I'll go to bed! So--we're all coddlin', &c. As the Doctor orders Port, Orders Burgundy, Champagne, Good living and good drinking, Why we none of us complain, While we're--all coddlin', Cod, cod, coddlin', While we're all coddlin' At our house at home! * * * * * BY A SMALL WESTERN.--Orientals take off their shoes on entering a Mosque. We remove our hats on entering a Church. Both symbolical; one leaves his understanding outside; the other enters with a clear head. * * * * * HORACE IN LONDON.