_Slowgoe._ A mere nothing. All he’s done, poor fellow! is this. He got a cadetship from Government for a youth some years ago, and he’s just asked for another. Now, what’s in that, I should like to know? And yet on the 15th September, Lord Fitzhardinge--but here’s the resolution (_reads_): “A meeting of some of the influential supporters of the Liberal interest of the Western Division of Gloucestershire having taken place at Gloucester on the 15th September 1846, and a statement having been made by Earl Fitzhardinge _as to his future intentions with regard to the representation_ of the Division, it was unanimously decided to support, in every possible way, _the views and intentions of Lord Fitzhardinge_ as detailed to-day, and as a necessary consequence to deprecate every attempt which may be made to foil the Liberal interest in this Division.” And this is signed by a batch of the independent electors. _Nutts._ Poor fellow! And what does Grantley say to that? _Slowgoe._ Doesn’t like it at all--and doesn’t mean to put up with it. He says (_reads_): “On the field of politics, I stand _precisely on the spot_ whereon _he_ (Lord Fitzhardinge) _placed me_: I am so far and no further, _by his immediate desire_, and with his personal concurrence; and at present it is fair to presume that in his unexplained desertion of me, he either contemplates a retrograde movement, or he means to jump beyond me, leave me at a spot to which my obedience to his wishes led me, and to join the Free Traders to the widest extent of their wishes. At all events, by every law of courtesy and justice, he ought to give me _the option_ of taking _either step by his side_.” _Nutts._ Well, there’s a good deal of truth in that. If I was able to keep a footman, and he wasn’t to brush my clothes, or clean the plate, or to bring Mrs Nutts’ lapdog into the room in a manner I liked, I think I should first say to him, “Is that the way, Jeames, you take the dirt off my trousers? is that the style you have your forks in? is that the manner to lift a pug or a spaniel bitch (as the case might be) worth forty pounds--is that the way to do it?” I should say at first that he might try again, and not, no, not at once without a warning word, discharge him, but give him, as the unfortunate Mr Berkeley says, “the option” of trying his hand again. But so it is. Whether in a House of Commons, or a house of call for tailors, people have no pity on their servants. _Slowgoe._ But Mr Berkeley intends to call a meeting in November next; for, speaking of the county, he says (_reads_): “I am ready to sacrifice myself, _as I have long done_, for her _real interests_, but not to an unworthy conspiracy, if one exists. I am in no way inclined to commit a _political suicide_, or to allow my public life to die by the hand of undiscovered assassination.” That’s noble--and like a sportsman!