were not the same as the men he had left behind him,--men alive with
the excitement of parliamentary life in London. When in London he had
often told himself that he was sick of it, and that he would better
love some country quiet life. Now Dublin was his Tibur, and the
fickle one found that he could not be happy unless he were back again
at Rome. When, therefore, he received the following letter from
his friend, Barrington Erle, he neighed like the old warhorse, and
already found himself shouting "Ha, ha," among the trumpets.


---- Street, 9th July, 18--.

MY DEAR FINN,

Although you are not now immediately concerned in such
trifling matters you have no doubt heard that we are all
to be sent back at once to our constituents, and that
there will be a general election about the end of
September. We are sure that we shall have such a majority
as we never had before; but we are determined to make it
as strong as possible, and to get in all the good men that
are to be had. Have you a mind to try again? After all,
there is nothing like it.

Perhaps you may have some Irish seat in your eye for which
you would be safe. To tell the truth we know very little
of the Irish seats--not so much as, I think, we ought
to do. But if you are not so lucky I would suggest
Tankerville in Durham. Of course there would be
a contest, and a little money will be wanted; but the