the issue of this day's struggle, (_cheering._) Rely upon it, that his conduct in Parliament will not disgrace you, (_no, no, no!_) And now, gentlemen, I must conclude, trusting that with victory will cease animosity, and that there will be an immediate declaration of those feelings of frank and manly cordiality, and good feeling, which ought to distinguish free fellow-citizens, and which, above all, are signally characteristic of Englishmen, (_cheering._) Shake hands, gentlemen, with a fallen enemy, (_we will, we will!_) and forget, having conquered, that you ever fought." With these words, uttered with the fervor and eloquence which had indeed distinguished the whole of his brief address, he resumed his hat, amid tremendous shouts of "three times three for Mr. Titmouse!"--"three times three for Mr. Gammon!"--"nine times nine groans for Mr. Delamere!"--all of which were given with tumultuous energy. The two bands approached; the procession formed; the nearly insensible Titmouse, his face deadly pale, and his hat awry, was partly supported and partly dragged along between Mr. Gammon and Mr. Going Gone; and to the inspiring air of "See the Conquering Hero comes," and accompanied by the cheering crowd, they all marched in procession to Mr. Titmouse's committee-room. He was hurried up-stairs; then led into a bedroom; and there soon, alas! experienced the overmastering power of sickness; which instantly obliterated all recollection of his triumph, and made him utterly unconscious of the brilliant position to which he had just been elevated--equally to the honor of himself and his constituency, who justly and proudly regarded "TITTLEBAT TITMOUSE, ESQ., M. P." as the glorious first-fruits to them of the glorious "_Bill for giving Everybody Everything_."