Mr. Bouverie was on Wednesday presented at Glasgow, by his
former constituents of the Kilmarnock Burghs, with a portrait of himself and Mrs. Bouverie, and with services of gold and silver plate, in gratitude for his Parliamentary services. He made a speech in reply which was a good illustration of the kind of downright belief in himself and disbelief in every- body who takes a different view, which is one of his most happy qualities as an orator. He had lost his seat because he was "the victim of Popish vengeance and an aspiring Provost" (is, then, Rome supreme in the Kilmarnock Burghs ?—it is a great feather in her cap, if she is). He had refused to " toady " the Minister ; he had preferred to worship "at the shrine of truth ;" and he had repeatedly attempted to warn the Liberal party that it was marching "into Caudine Forks with drums beating, trumpets blowing, and flags flying ;" but he had been treated like Micaiah, the son of Imlah, when he declared that he saw the children of Israel scattered like sheep upon the mountains, without a shepherd. His friends and leaders were quite ready to say, like the King, "Put this fellow in the prison, and feed him with bread of afflic- tion and with water of affliction." It was evidently a satisfaction to Mr. Bouverie that his prophecy was fulfilled. He hints that the Liberal chiefs must not reproach, for they have wronged him. May be. At all events, let us hope that the portraits and the plate may make some amends.
