Among the other gems of Mr. Cavendish Bentinck's speech last
week at Penrith, was this brilliant outburst against the House of Commons. The Committee of the Penrith Agricultural Society, he said, "had done perfectly right in putting the toast of 'The House of Commons' low in the toast-list, in order to mark their sense of the manner in which the House had treated public affairs. He said it with deliberation,—be never knew a body that deserved less well of their country in general, or the agricultural interest in particular. Why was it so little had been done ? He would give the causes in two words. It was the lamentable effect of political agitation Instead of doing the real business of the Session, Parliament had occupied the Session in squabbling about things- they knew nothing about." Mx. Cavendish Bentinck has no humour, or he would hardly play thus gravely, in relation to the politi- cal contentiousness of Parliament, a part analogous to that of Bill 'Nye in "That Heathen Chines," who, on being defeated at his own game by his own tricks, cried out,—
" We are ruined by Chinese cheap labour,—
And he went for that heathen Chines."
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