I know very well who Lady Megan Lloyd-George is. I
did not at all know who Mr. Edward Martell was till I read some particulars about him at the head of an attack by him on Lady Megan—a column and a half of it—in the extremely Conservative Recorder last week. It is not indicated Whether he is a personal friend of Lady Megan's. His fre- quent reference to her as " Megan " would suggest that he is, though everything in the article would suggest the contrary. However, Lady Megan need not make away with herself. She is, in good company, though she has left the party. Mr. Martell has no use for any. Liberal leader. Mr. Dingle Foot is the object of a few subtle thrusts. Mr. Clement Davies gives no .direct lead; neither do any of his five fellow M.P.s. Mr. Frank Byers is " the Party's glamour boy." Mr. Ronald Walker, the President of the Party, " could, if he 'would, give the lead that is required." Mr. Philip Fothergill, Chairman of the Executive, " is far too busy to lead it anywhere." Who remains after the holocaust ? Mr. Martell does not speculate. He is, 1 am sure, a modest man. , The action of the Queen in expressing a desire to attend a national service in St. Piles' Cathedral when she and the Duke visit that incomparable city (at any rate it is very nearly that) next June, will, I am certain, be widely welcomed outside Scotland as well as by Scots everywhere. Half Scottish in her parentage and a Scottish householder, the Queen, though cir- cumstances may require her to spend more than half her time south of the border, has quite as deep associations north of it, and now that they know that a. beginning has been made with inscribing " E. II R." on the pillar-boxes of the United Kingdom even the Scottish Nationalists should feel that they can welcome our common sovereign without reservation or twinge of conscience.
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