Mr. Labouchere has been stamping Scotland for the last few
days, saying always the same things,—that the people are Radical, that there will be a Radical majority at the elections, that then there must be a Radical Ministry, and that a Radical Ministry will disestablish Churches, frighten land- lords, and, in fact, " raise the devil generally." He has been greatly applauded, particularly by the advocates of Disestab- lishment, and by the crofters. We have said enough of his speeches elsewhere, but may add here that Mr. Gladstone approved indefinitely every change which Mr. Labouchere definitely promised. For the rest, Mr. Labouchere devoted himself to slanging the Chamberlain family, which he did in the style of a bargee ; patting Lord Hartington on the back, as "a good fellow, Sir, but slow, ve,ry slow ;" and predicting the extinction of the Liberal Unionists. He divided mankind into Radicals and Tories, which is about as sensible as dividing them into those who run and those who loiter, and forgetting that the majority walk. He made no jokes, and did not deliver himself of a single epigram which one can remember for five minutes. The Scotch, on the whole, applauded, but we suspect felt much like one of themselves, a fanatic Glad- stonian, who remarked after his speech at Edinburgh,—" I'm no just tied to Labby."
