Mr. Disraeli is still silent, though he has returned from
Balmoral. He gives no cue by letter, or address, or speech as to his future policy,—though certainly some new move is wanted if the Conservatives are not to find the ground failing under them. It is quite obvious that the Church-in-danger cry is a total failure, "No Popery" a weapon turned against himself, and gratitude for the Reform Bill' a sentiment indulged chiefly towards the Liberals. He must be meditating a coup, but in the meantime his supporters are wretched. They lift up their eyes to the Chiltern Hills, but not to find any help. Some of them feebly hope that something can be done with " Democratic Toryism," but it is a ghost of a hope. The last vestige of a
popular wave in their favour seems to have died away. Even Lord Stanley sticks to King's Lynn, and will not tempt his fate at Edinburgh,—avowing, with his usual candour, that he does not like the uncertain prospects of the struggle. When the oracle speaks at last, will it be to utter any word of power ?