Lord Randolph Churchill almost outdid himself in the scur- rilousness
of his speech this day week, at the Prince's Hall, Piccadilly, on the Egyptian policy of the Government. The Liberals, he said, "had wallowed in a stifling morass of the most degraded and servile worship of the Prime Minister;" they had "sunk below the level of slaves ;" had "become puppets, the objects of derision and contempt ;" and had "lost all claim -to the title of rational human beings." He exhorted his audience to "dash from his pride of place the evil and moon- struck Minister." He spoke of Mr. Gladstone and his colleagues as "men who have on their souls the blood of the massacre of Maiwand, the blood of the massacre of Laing's Nek, the blood of Sir George Colley, the blood of Lord Frederick Cavendish and Mr. Burke, of many other of the true and loyal subjects of the Crown in Ireland ; the blood of Hicks Pasha and his 10,000 soldiers, the blood of the army of General Baker, the blood of Tewfik Bey and his 500 heroes. For four years this Ministry has literally waded in blood; their hands are literally dripping and reeking with blood. From massacre to massacre they march, and their coarse is ineffaceably stamped upon the ,history of the world by an everflowing stream of bleod. How many more of England's heroes, how many more of England's chest and bravest are 'to be sacrificed to the Moloch of Mid- lothian ?" If a Chartist had spoken thus, what a host of articles we should have had on the wickedness of such inflam- .matory balderdash ! In Lord Randolph Churchill's mouth, however, it is not dangerous,---except to the aristocracy, whom, we are bound to say, it grossly misrepresents.