Reading their libellous and defamatory speeches, I thought of the dreaded advent of that day when plough boys should read and write, I mused on the countryman’s cry, “WAIT TILL US CHAPS HAS VOTES.” Compare the “Oration” of Sir E. Lytton, with the well reasoned, logical speech of MR. GLADSTONE. “But when he speaks, what elocution flows, Soft as the fleeces of descending snows.” First of orators, and master of the arts of Rhetoric, MR. GLADSTONE condescends to dress his arguments in no robe of tinsel finery, no specious, no glittering phrases are to be found, but a plain, common sense English speech that could not fail to make a deep impression on the House. How the Phantoms alarmists had conjured up were routed! How he scattered to the winds the hobgoblins the Terrorists had raised! Sprung from the People, with them and of them, the CHANCELLOR OF THE EXCHEQUER is too noble minded and just to satirize the Poor because they are poor. I will quote his words: “Sir.—I don’t admit that the working man, regarded as an individual, is less worthy of the suffrage than any other class. I don’t admit the charges of corruption from the Report of a Committee of the House of Lords. I don’t believe that the working men of this country are possessed of a disposition to tax their neighbours and exempt themselves, nor do I acknowledge for a moment that schemes of socialism, of communism, of republicanism, or any other ideas at variance with the laws and constitution of the Realm are prevalent and popular among them.” (Hear, hear.) But I forget. The Field day is drawing near, and you will soon be in the thick of the Battle! {22} “Yet once more let me look upon the scene;” Let me call to mind my first to the Field of Waterloo, wrapt in a crimson flood of light, on a beautiful summer’s evening in 1859. Standing upon this celebrated Plain, “this place of skulls, The grave of France, the deadly Waterloo!” who can forget the heroic deeds of that never to be forgotten Field? Traversing that Plain where united Nations drew the sword, and where our Countrymen especially triumphed, who cannot sympathize with the dying English King, who on being told that it was the 18th of June, exclaimed “That was a glorious day for England!” But PEACE has her victories not less renowned than War.