The Rowdies are baring it all their own way just
now. Dr. Temple, Bishop of Exeter, as all the world knows, objects to drunkenness, abstains from wine himself, and thinks the Permissive Bill might tend to the good of the people. So he appeared on. Wednesday in Exeter to support Sir W. Lawson and Mr. G. 0. Trevelyan in advocating that project. The roughs disap- prove the Bill, and are supported in that view, it is said, but not proved, by beer from the publicans, and having no particular command of argument, resorted of course to weapons they under- stand, breaking in ribs, howling, whistling, and flinging bags of flour at the Bishop, who stood his ground with the greatest cour- age and good temper. The police endeavoured to keep order, but out of the great cities English policemen are afraid of the roughs, and the meeting was, of course, dispersed. We con- gratulate Dr. Temple that the bags were not full of cayenne pepper. If they had been, and he had lost his eyes, he would have received no more redress than he will now, and the Telegraph would have dilated with even more unction on the warning afforded by his case of the danger of objecting to drunkenness.
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