Mr. Marten, M.P. for Cambridge, is carrying out Mr. Disraeli's
political programme, "Sanitas sanitatum, omnia sanitas," with an enthusiasm which suggests that he must be devoting himself to sanitary studies and indulging in sanitary soliloquies even when he is alone,—that his "reins in the night-watches" summon him to meditate on the ()tidall of sewage. Like the thorough-going actor who, in order to make himself a more perfect Othello, blacked himself under his clothes as well as on his face and hands, Mr. Marten has filled his soul with sanitary lore till he bubbles it up as freshly as those wells filtered by gravel till their water looks bright, though it still contains all the elements of sewage, which he so well described to his Cambridge constituents at Chesterton last week. The only other subjects he touched were the Friendly Societies Act, and,—on a subsequent occasion, at Saffron Walden,—the Regimental Exchanges Act and the Merchant Shipping Bill, both of which he defended, insisting, however, that the mischief of disgusting British capitalists with shipowning is almost as great as the mischief of needlessly endangering sea- men's lives. The Tory party are evidently delighted with the hint to attack sewage, which has no friends, but to treat tenderly proprietary abuses, where there are influential feelings to fall foul of.
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