For some minutes everyone seemed on his legs. CARMARTHEN had advantage over most Members by reason of his more than six feet length; GRANDOLPH, feeling old emotions stirred within him, took prominent part in the fray; Mr. G., leaning across the table, fixed his glowing eyes on GRANDOLPH, and warned him that his conduct was not calculated to assist the Committee in its dilemma; the voice of T. W. RUSSELL was heard in the land; PRINCE ARTHUR had much to say; Dr. TANNER broke long silence with a shout; even JUSTIN MCCARTHY was seen on his feet, and was howled at as if he had been discovered in the act of stealing the Chairman's pocket-handkerchief. But TIM topped them all. They were intermittent; he continuous. Whenever there was approach to pause in the clamour, TIM'S strident voice filled it up with genial observation, "Name! Name!" they roared at him. "Drag him out," was the advice given by one forlorn legislator. In delirious delight of the rapturous hour TIM took no notice of these objurgations and interruptions. "It's not your funeral," an envious countryman snarled in his ear. Certainly not; but that should make no difference. TIM would improve the opportunity to whomsoever it might belong; and he did. _Business done._--None. But we had a cheerful row. [Illustration: "Waiting to Spring."] _Thursday._--Some excellent speaking to-night, and a walking-match, in which, lap after lap, Government won. WALLACE led off with speech sparkling with point; the more effective by contrast with stolid manner. House crowded and applausive; always grateful to have something fresh; get it from WALLACE, both in manner and matter. PRINCE ARTHUR, following later, unusually bitter; pegged away at Bill and Government for half an hour, and sat down with assertion that such a Government was not worth attacking. Mr. G., who had listened to WALLACE'S home-thrusts with face appreciative of their humour, was unaccountably disturbed by PRINCE ARTHUR'S commentaries. He sat immediately opposite, waiting to spring; meanwhile, with legs crossed and arms tightly folded, literally holding himself in. On his feet with catapultic force when PRINCE ARTHUR, gracefully gathering his skirts, sat down. A Government not worthy of attack. Ho! A Government that had failed to adhere to the main principles of its policy. Ha! But there was another Government which, in 1886, had denounced as dishonest a revision of judicial rents in Ireland, and a few months later had passed Bill revising them. Had PRINCE ARTHUR belonged to that Government? If so, how did he uplift this lofty standard of action, than which no Pharisee that ever lived in Judea carried it higher? This and much more Mr. G. declaimed at top of voice, with flashing eyes, and exuberant gestures, cheers and counter cheers filling House. Naturally JOSEPH followed with some kind words about "my right hon. friend." SQUIRE OF MALWOOD, long silent, could not resist temptation to plunge in. House went off to dinner exhausted by