The stars in their courses fight for Mr. Disraeli. The
unex- pected death of the Marquis of Salisbury, from an attack of diarrhoea almost Indian in its severity, has relieved the Premier of his most dangerous opponent, and deprived the House of Commons of an ornament. Lord Cranbome goes to the Peers, where he will be comparatively powerless, and where Mr. Disraeli will not feel the effects of the burning scorn which the Member for Stamford, though a Tory of Tories, never hesitated to express for him and for his trickeries. We have described elsewhere the curious out- burst of feeling the event has produced among Englishmen, the lamentations over Lord Cranborne as if the man had disappeared with the name, but may add here that in the Eastern Counties his elevation has created something like dismay. People thought there that Lord Cranborne would revive their railway, and fancy that, what with his rank and the care of his estates, the new Marquis of Salisbury will be compelled to vacate the chair. We trust this idea may prove groundless, and that Lord Salisbury may think the communications of four great counties worthy the attention and the efforts even of a Peer.
