Mr. Roebuck, not, perhaps, very well satisfied with his recent
achievements at the Sheffield banquet to Mr. Reverdy Johnson, has published a lengthy address to his constituents, in which he expresses his hope that as he has grown older he has grown wiser, that age has made him "more tolerant, more patient," and states that he now thinks that " Liberal politicians have no monopoly of wisdom and virtue." Those who have watched Mr. Roebuck in the House of Commons for the last few years would certainly find it hard to believe in his tolerance towards his opponents and his patience with his enemies, but they would never have suspected that those opponents and enemies were the Tories. If so, Mr. Roebuck has indeed loved his enemies,—and hated his friends. With ascetic self-denial he has prayed for Mr. Disraeli and shaken the finger of scorn at Mr. Gladstone. That he has rebuked the sins of the working men of Sheffield with fearless honesty is, to our minds, the one sub- stantial set-off against a political career of unparalleled venom, boastfulness, and folly.
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