We would gladly write on
the bench where he usually sits--
'Not lost, but gone before.'"
[Illustration: FANCY PORTRAIT OF ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE.
On reading the Parliamentary report in Wednesday's _Times_.
"_Mr. W.H. Smith_. I asked my colleagues near me whether they had seen
or read the publication--(Mr. A.C. Swinburne's poem about Russia) and
none of them had."
"And this," exclaimed Algernon Charles Swinburne, the poet, "_this_ is
fame!"]
But which _is_ his seat? Usually the lank form and the shrill voice
simultaneously uprise from the middle of the second Bench behind Mr.
G.; but GEORGE has a little way of pleasantly surprising the House.
Members looking across see this Bench empty. "Ah! ah!" they say to
themselves, "the CAMPBELLS are gone. Now we'll have a few minutes'
peace and get on with business." Suddenly, _a propos_ of anything that
may be going on, or of nothing at all, the unmistakeable voice breaks
on the ear from under the shadow of the Gallery, from the corner of
the Bench, sometimes from below the Gangway, and a deep low groan
makes answer.
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