On an amendment to the Address Mr. LESLIE SCOTT took up his brief for the British farmer, who, deprived of his skilled men and faced with higher prices for fertilizers and feeding-stuffs, was expected to grow more food without having any certainty that he would be able to dispose of it at a remunerative price. Farming is always a bit of a gamble, but in present conditions it beats the Stock Exchange hollow. Some of the proposals which Mr. SCOTT outlined to improve the situation would have been denounced as revolutionary three years ago, and were a little too drastic even now for Mr. PROTHERO. Squeezed between the WAR MINISTER and the FOOD CONTROLLER, the MINISTER OF AGRICULTURE rather resembles the _Dormouse_ in _Alice in Wonderland_; but he is really quite all right, thank you. Mr. GEORGE LAMBERT thinks that the author of "The Psalms in Human Life" is too saintly to tackle Lords DERBY and DEVONPORT, but, if my memory serves me, DAVID--no allusion to the PREMIER--had a rather pretty gift of invective. Let no one say that England is not at last awake. Mr. CHARLES BATHURST to-night made the terrific announcement that in some parts of the country Masters of Hounds are--shooting foxes. "This brings the War home," said FERDINAND THE FEARFUL when he heard the news. * * * * * [Illustration: _Jones_ (_to cloak-room attendant_). "HOW MUCH?" _Cloak-room Attendant._ "THERE IS NO VERBAL CHARGE, SIR."] * * * * * "It was agreed to express satisfaction with the announcement that the price fixed for the potato crop of 1917 was not a miximum price."--_Scots Paper._ This must be the happy mean of which we hear so much. * * * * * THE RECENT TRUCE. Students of geography know that Ballybun is divided from the back gardens of Kilterash by the pellucid waters of that noble stream, the Bun, which hurls itself over a barrier of old tin-cans in a frantic effort to find the sea. But they do not know that this physical division, long ago bridged, is nothing to the moral and political division which will keep the two for ever asunder. Several of our younger citizens have written to me from the trenches to ask how the War is progressing. I have usually in reply quoted the remark of one of their number on leaving us for the Front after a short holiday, that he was now looking forward to a little peace and rest. I wish here to add a postscript to this concerning a recent unexpected truce.