Dr. Kenealy is getting worse and worse, and seems, moreover,
quite insensible to the wisdom of the proverb about persons who live in glass houses. Yesterday week, at Stoke, he made a speech in favour of terrorising the Press ; he threatened to introduce a Bill making signatures to all articles compulsory, and then chuckled over the prospect of his miners calling to account the authors of anti-Kenealy articles, with their usual weapons. "He (the miner) will go up to him (the journalist), and say, 'Was that article which bears your name written by you?' He will get no answer from the craven wretch, and his interrogator will say, Answer me ; I will know.' The poor wretched animal will shriek with terror, and I leave you to guess what the stalwart miner will do with the villain. That is the way to stop this lying." But Dr. Kenealy's audience did not see it. They interrupted him with shouts of merriment, and remarks implying that the procedure he advocated might possibly be as applicable to the writers in the Englishman as to any others, or a little more so. And they were, no doubt, right. The Doctor made a bad advocate, but he evidently makes a worse demagogue, and is fast wasting the store of ignorant respect he had accidentally gained.
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