Sir Stafford Northcote, speaking at Bangor on Tuesday, must have
had Mr. James Lowther in his mind, we should think, when he spoke of "men among us who are playing, perhaps, a selfish game—perhaps it may be called a mad game—and who are likely to cause a great deal of injury to the beet interests of this country. Those men must be checked. They can be checked only by the steady, workmanlike opposition which the Conser- vatives can offer to them." Unfortunately, "steady and work- manlike opposition" is never offered by Conservatives to Mr. James Lowther, though it certainly should be offered to his mad attempt to persuade the people of Coventry into a new demand for Protection, and all the miseries of a war of tariffs. At the lunch in the afternoon, Sir Stafford entreated the Conserva- tives to establish Conservative newspapers in Welsh, and also to imitate his friends in one of the Eastern Counties of England, who had so far advanced in their organisation that they had already told off all the distant voters to particular owners of private carriages, who were to convey them to the poll at the next general election. That was nearly all Sir Stafford had to say at Bangor. The nightmare of Mr. Lowther no doubt sat heavy on his breast.
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