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London Letter.

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London Letter. [FROM OUR OWN CORRESPONDENT.] London, Wednesday Afternoon. A PRINCELY HOUSE. n ATnnday niirlit Lord Rosebery gave a tfon at liis house in Be.keley-s^-e, re, Jh h-,s iust been altered and enlarged. u malice though for my own It ,s a gorgeous pjace .» CL W sSt the side of a Sun-ki„ed hill. It is a house built tor great receptions and social functions. The rooms are large and lofty, the staircases look. as if they had been taken out of the Arabian • the flowers that adorned the rooms were rare and precious, and everything which art and luxury and taste could do had been lavished on this fairy palace. The room is a huge space, made radiant by the Frenchiest of French furniture. The be room is as big as an ordinary public hall; the dining room could hold a hundred guests »nd all the other rooms are m proportion. Needless to say, the furniture is a fit denizen of the gorgeous palace. Priceless c ma is to be seen in great glass cupboaids, beautiful ottomans and chairs are strewed about the rooms, and a great cradle-now used to hold flowers-was an object which attracted all people's admiration. THE PICTURES. The portraits are remarkable. Of course the Queen is represented, but I thought it was a poor likeness. Mr. Gladstone is there, painted by Millais. It is a masterful and a fascinating picture. It is the face of a commander of men. The eagle eye, the firm mouth, the aggressive and dommatine look all show the hero of a hundred fights. Not that the picture is Mr. Gladstone at his best. It gives one just an impression of what Mr. Lecky meant when lie spoke of Mr. Gladstone's eye as that of a bird of prey. I prefer the Grand Old Man in his softer or more reverent moods. Still the picture by Millais will prove to posterity how so fine and noble a nature was able to. command such devoted loyalty and such bitter hatred during his lifetime. I have no time to speak of the other paiiitinos-of Robespierre, of Lord North, of William Pitt the younger, and many another famous man. But the two pictures of the first William Pitt must not be passed over without a word. They shew the face and figure of the first of our Parliamentary democrats and the great gianca ler of Lord Rosebery himself. For Lord Rosebery s mother is a Stanhope and the grand-daughter of the Great Commoner. b 0 LORD ROSEBERY. The late Liberal leader looked very well, I thought, and surprisingly young. He chatted freely and pleasantly with the guests and was everywhere the centre of an amused and laughing throng. His eldest daughter, Lady Sybil Primrose, helped to receive the guests. She is a tall and graceful girl, with a beautiful face and a sweet expression. She is not more than 20, but she was very self-possessed, though evidently still some- what shy. It was a pleasant sight to see father and daughter together, bound by no ordinary ties of sympathy and affection. There were a good many Welsh people present, and among them were Mr. and Mrs. Brynmor Jones, Mr. Ellis Griffith, Mr. and Mrs. Walter Morgan, Mr. and Mrs. Llewelyn Williams, Mr. and Mrs. John Cory, Mr. Clifford and Miss Cory, Mr. J. and Miss Gertrude James (Merthyr), etc. MR. JOHN MORLEY. Everyone who values the good name of Britain was glad to read in yesterday's papers that Mr- John Morley had spoken out in the House of Commons on the question of the Mahdi's head. The whole incident is disgraceful and scandalous. Two hundred and fifty years ago, a ribald king and a godless court disturbed the remains of the greatest ruler this country has ever seen. But the iudignity with which the body of Cromwell was treated has recoiled upon the heads of his enemies. No one now will be found to say that the action was anything but the brute fury of barbarians. Yet Lord Kitchener, who is supposed to be civilising the Soundan, has resorted to tactics which will ever be remembered with shame by every one who respects mag- nanimity and even decency of conduct in warfare. I have found no apologists for Lord Kitchener's action. The Mahdi may have been a "bloody ruffian," but he was, according to his light, a patriot, a religious reformer, and a brave man. To disinter his body, and to keep his head for weeks as a trophy is a gruesome and disgusting episode, and though honest John Morley only carried 50 men with him into the division lobby, he has convinced every man in and out of Parliament that the protest was necessary and salutary. If we have a mission in the Soudan, it is to civilise the natives. But such actions would seem to show that the natives are in the process of barbarising us. THE WELSH PARTY. The Welsh party are in a state of funk." They have raised a question and now they fear to find an answer. The question is, as Mr. Bryn Roberts put it, if the Welsh members are a party at all, or only a fraudulent pretence." If they are a party, then they must act as such and refuse office and emoluments until they secure definite pledges as to Disestablishment. The matter was left unsettled at the last meeting and an adjournment was decided upon. Now, however, I hear that the adjourned meeting is never going to be held In truth, 11 the Welsh party" has become utterly con- temptible. The Chairman, Mr. Alfred Thomas, is a respectable and honest man, but he is not the man for a post which requires a strenuous and masterful nature. The others are all at sixes and sevens—some afraid of their shadows, others purblind to everything but their own interests, and the few honest and fearless men too small in number to overcome the selfishness of the others. Altogether, I foresee but a dim hope for Disestablishment, unless the con- stituencies speak out and speak strongly. MISCELLANEOUS. Madame Patti sang at the Albert Hall yesterday afternoon. Dr. Wallace, M.P., who fell down in a fit in the House of Commons on Monday, died yesterday morning. He was once a Scotch Free Church minister, and was looked upon as one of the finest pulpit orators of that country. He deserted the pulpit for journalism, and journalism for the bar. He was a brilliant writer and a witty and telling speaker. Many a time have I heard him speak of Wales—especially of "young Wales" —of which he was an ardent admirer. His death creates another vacancy in Edinburgh, and I hear that both seats will be won by the Liberals.

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