The Member for SARK tells me he has a Short Way with the B. F., which makes him to considerable extent indifferent to slower action of HOME SECRETARY, who has evidently never had his shins barked by this agency. SARK says when he takes his walks abroad he usually carries a stick or umbrella. When, crossing a road, he hears the tinkle of the Fiend's bell, insolently and imperatively ordering him out of the way on pain of being run over, he, instead of flying for his life, as is the use of the ordinary citizen, carelessly throws stick or umbrella lance-wise across hollow of right or left arm, according as the Fiend approaches from one direction or the other. Thus armed he leisurely pursues his way. If the Fiend continues on the track, he will run with face or chest on to the point of the umbrella. As that would be inconvenient to him, he slows up or goes on another tack, and when he arrives home writes a letter to the _Bicycling Blister_, indignantly denouncing a street passenger who wouldn't get out of his way. _Business done._--Vote on Account through Committee. _Tuesday._--"PRINCE ARTHUR," said SARK, looking across at the Front Opposition Bench whilst COURTNEY was speaking, "succeeds in hiding all traces of storm behind a smiling countenance. JOSEPH, on the contrary, more ingenuous, less acute in practice of worldly wiles, enables one to realise, even at this long distance of time, what BALAK, the son of ZIPPOR, King of Moab, looked like when he stood in the high places of Baal, and listened to BALAAM'S remarks on the motion for the time-closure to be applied to the Children of Israel, who had pitched their tents in the plains of Moab beyond the Jordan at Jericho, and declined to budge at the bidding of BALAK."