A friend of ours, who lingered late within the walls
of the House of Lords, describes the appearance of it at five o'clock this morning, when the horizontal rays of the rising sun began to dash through the windows and mingle with "the motty misty light" of the decaying candles, as hardly less interesting than the gay scene of the Abbey on the morning of the Coronation-day. The body of the House was crowded with Peers, eagerly bent forward to catch the exordium of the Premier' whose tall and venerable figure appeared on the floor ; the eyes of the Chancellor flamed like two diamonds "in their native dew" under his overwhelming wig; Lord LYNDHURST'S lips were formed in their usual crafty smile ; "the Duke" looked as wooden as ever ; and nothing indicated the long and heavy and ha- rassing duty in which the listeners more than the speakers had for so many hours been engaged. The Peeresses had kept their seats to the last. They too showed no signs of fatigue ; and one of them con- spicuous above the rest by the air of interest that still marked her countenance, seemed to show that she was not unused to late vigils, and had perhaps personal or family advantages in contemplation. It was not until the moment when the division was called, that the fair lady and her gay bevy reluctantly withdrew ; resting, however, in the august precincts, until the fate of the question was known, and, for one week more at least, the hope of office regained put to rest.
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