Mr. Disraeli is cordially sick of the Irish debate, to
the details of which he is unequal, and even against the principle of which he finds it a hard task to whip up any enthusiasm. He has done all in his power to facilitate the progress in Committee so far as is consistent with his position, and to prevent obstruction. On Monday night he got a capital opportunity of punishing a sinner on the Liberal side, who was causing delay without meaning business,—Mr. Serjeant Dowse, the jolly as well as learned Liberal who represents Londonderry. This gentleman had put a long and technical amendment on the paper to secure certain rights to the tenants of lands under a renewable lease, with bliss quoties covenants, which amendment the learned serjeant had no intention of pressing, and only used as a text to expound his clients' case to the Committee. Mr. Disraeli accordingly fell upon him, remarking that "there was something charming in the jovial profligacy of the honourable gentleman." "Considering the state of public business, he did not think the honourable gentleman was at all justified in trying these experiments on the patience of the Committee, in order to gratify the vanity of his constituents and clients." The learned serjeant, who seems to have been nettled, said something in reply which apparently contained the words per steculum smculonan (by mistake for per stecula smculorum), on which Mr. Disraeli got up again and said he hoped Mr. Serjeant Dowse would profit by the experience of that night, "and not persist,—to quote his own classic phrase, — per sasoulum smcthrum, for he would find the reception he met with in that respect Cozies quoties." For a few minutes after this it is generally asserted that Mr. Serjeant Dowse appeared almost depressed.
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