The Daily News of Thursday contained some very amusing comments
on the conduct of a Conservative Tripe Club at Hanley, which, on Lord Beaconsfield's health being drunk with all the honours, took notice of the conduct of one of its members, Mr. Norman, who did not respond to the toast, but sat in grim silence amidst the cheers. Mr. Norman, it seems, is a strong Conservative, but not on that account an admirer of the Prime Minister ; and he is threatened with ex- pulsion from the double enjoyments of Conservative sympathy and Hanley tripe, on account of this indisposition of his to unite in the enthusiasm for Lord Beaconsfield. We cannot say that we pity him the latter privation, if he should have to undergo it. There seems to be a certain analogy between the enthusiasm for tripe and the enthusiasm for Jingoism. There is a horrid and unnatural richness both in the physical and in the political diet, which seems at once to tempt to over-indul- gence, and to end quickly in satiety. Goldsmith makes a devotee of tripe declare,— " Pray, a slice of your liver ; tho' may I be carat,
But I've eat of your tripe till I'm ready to burst."
And there is many a politician, we believe, who could say the same of the political diet of the Jingoes,—even after enjoying it, through what would be, in the case of different fare, but a very brief and moderate meal.
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