Poor Mr. Morley ! He would govern India or the
Colonies fairly well ; but fate, in setting him to rule Ireland, has given him a bard row to hoe. He wants to administer law and justice, but he also wants the votes of the Irish party which 'distrusts justice and detests law, and between them he becomes a feeble administrator. Mr. W. O'Brien has, for instance, been complaining that the police encouraged and protected a man named Foy, who had been guilty of cutting -the grass on a farm from which a widow had been evicted. The police had not encouraged Foy, and had only protected 'him when assaulted; but Mr. Morley could not, for the votes' sake, make that plain reply to Mr. O'Brien. So he wrote him a long letter in which he, as it were, begs his correspondent to see that the police could not help themselves, and professes such sympathy with the evicted tenant, no doubt a person in a most shocking con- dition of poverty, that he thinks the landlord, instead of taking his rent, ought to have given her another cow, He preaches, in fact, a new form of Socialism, in which every- body is to be specially favoured if he does not or cannot pay his debts. We have said enough of this side of the question 'elsewhere, and have only to ask if the friends of the tenants have made a subscription or voted a grant for the unhappy woman whose lot they, quite rightly, so deplore.
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