The most striking event " out of doors " is
the bitter cold wea- ther. The wags do Say that this Easter is a North-Easter. Poli- tical movement, like every other vitality, is frozen up. Meetings are held, by dauntless Protectionists and pertinacious Financial or other Reformers ; but they are cold as Cadwallo's tongue. Fire- brand Fernand alone blazes—and it is a comfort of its kind to see his heat. Yet even Ferrand is wool-gathering --getting up a " wool-league " in Yorkshire, to put down the cotton lords by making the English public wear flannel shirts : a project that is very happily timed. He should, if we may be allowed so unsea- sonable a simile, make hay while the sun shines. Much eloquence might be inspired by cloth gloves, and much it might be appre- ciated. Stout paletots or Witney coats would be acknowledged as very germane to the English constitution. For so awful a March, though it is less windy than usual, has not occurred within the memory of " the oldest inhabitant." But what can be expected while the Protectionists are out of place ?
