ALBERT ROLLIT, steeped in parliamentary usages, says, "If the bells won't obey the SPEAKER'S order, send them to the Clock Tower." STUART promptly places at disposal of SPEAKER a squadron of _Star_ boys, to run about premises on given signal and proclaim division. "They'd do it much better than the policemen and messengers," he says. True; but as Colonel LEGGE apprehends, they would be certain in excitement of moment, instead of calling out "Division," to lapse into more familiar cry, "Hextra Speshul!" That would never do. Simplest plan is to stop this interminable talk round the Address and get to work. When the electric bells shut up in sheer disgust at waste of time, grown-up men of business may be expected to reconsider the position. _Business done._--TIM HARRINGTON talked for two hours and five minute about ancient history of Maamtrasna. _Friday._--Much murmuring below Gangway just now because to programme of Session already overloaded Government decline to add Bill providing for payment of Members. SAGE OF QUEEN ANNE'S GATE been observed to regard this topic with smiling equanimity. Secret of his content now disclosed. Papers report how Spanish merchant, resident in Barcelona, having studied SAGE'S public Parliamentary career, begs leave, as trifling indication of his esteem and admiration, to be permitted to pay SAGE'S election expenses whenever incurred. "'Tis a pretty variation on Spanish devotional habit," says PLUNKET, who has followed BORROW'S footsteps in Spain, "More especially in rural districts, pious men approach the shrine of favourite saint and hang upon it an offering, peradventure poor in intrinsic value, but rich in proportion to their revenues. Expect by-and-by the SAGE will be canonised, and straying by the banks of the Guadalquivir, you shall here and there come upon shrines to Saint LABBY, rich with votive offerings." [Illustration: Labby's Share.] "That may be so," said GORST. "You're always ready to take the poetic view of a thing. But I'd like to wait and see the colour of the money. You know the SAGE has long been firing away at enterprising traders in Spain who, usually dating their missives from a State prison, offer for a slight consideration to disclose fabulous stores of hidden wealth. The SAGE has spoiled their little game. Should like to be quite sure they've not broken out in a new place, and are trying it on first with the SAGE." _Business done._--Set-to between the Birmingham Cock and the Yorkshire-cum-Fifeshire Bantam. Odds at first in favour of the veteran. Admitted on both sides the young 'un beat him hollow. * * * * * QUIET RUBBERS.