At Tintagel, on Timrsday, Mr. Gladstone confined himself to a
well-merited panegyric on the merits of Sir Thomas Acland and his son as Devonshire and Cornish potentates, and of Lord Robartes as an influential Cornishman, who were in sympathy with "the heart" of the people, and a skilful avoidance of the delicate question of women's suffrage. There was a rumour yesterday, in which we hope there was no truth, that a " live " gun-cartridge had been thrown into Mr. Gladstone's carriage just after he had left Wadebridge, which Mr. Henry Gladstone calmly picked up and showed to his father. The story is that a seafaring man was accused by a spectator of having thrown it, but that the witness did not feel sure enough to swear to the identity of the seafaring man. We hope that the whole story will prove to be baseless. Probably the gun-cartridge was not a " live " one, and was not dangerous. Unionist anger does not go the length of wishing to see Mr. Gladstone blown up,—the rather that the event, if it really happened, would do more to blow up the Unionist cause than even to injure Mr. Gladstone.
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