Mr. Chamberlain made two short speeches on the same day,
one of which was to the effect that the Conservative dread of the mob is dread of a mere bogey, which, if the people of Great Britain would but fairly face, they would find to be no bogey at all, but rather, like the bogey in the dark cupboard of a certain Wolver- hampton citizen's childhood, a pot of jam, very agreeable to consume, and not at all of a sort to prey upon or endanger them. We are not sure that the Wolverhampton jam was a, very good metaphor. At least, if the boy eat it all at one ven- ture, sweet as it might have tasted, we doubt much whether he was not very sick after it. And we doubt just as seriously whether, if Englishmen could eat all the political jam which Mr. Chamberlain—as distinguished from his colleagues—would like to put into their months, it would be found to agree with them any better. In the evening, again, Mr. Chamberlain, in respond- ing to the toast of his health, proposed by the Earl of Durham, expressed his sense of the obligations which Englishmen owe to the Liberal nobility of this country.
