Mr. Parnell left London for Dublin on Tuesday, and began
his speeches by a little address to the Irishmen who cheered him at Euston. He speaks of himself as the agent of divine providence, and hoped that his country- men would achieve the end "which God had determined for them." In Dublin he was received with immense enthusiasm, and twice the horses were taken from the car and carriage in which he was driving, that his enthusiatic disciples might have the honour of dragging him instead. In the office of United Ireland, he and his supporters had a some- what violent collision with the locum tenens of Mr. O'Brien, who seems to have been driven from his post by the liberal use of a stool as an instrument of war, at the cost of some bloodshedding. Later the Anti-Parnellites retook possession of the office, and reduced all the type to what is familiarly called " pie " by printers,—in other words, to a state of unuseable confusion; but the next day Mr. Parnell and his supporters laid a regular siege to the place, and retook it from the captors.
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