 of St. Thomas's Hospital threw their shimmering
reflection upon the black waters of the Thames; the cold wind swept
roughly up the river, causing the gas-jets to flicker, so that the few
shivering outcasts who had taken refuge on the steps of the closed
doorway of Westminster Station, murmured as they pulled their rags more
tightly round them.  Only the low rumbling of a country waggon bearing
vegetables to Covent Garden, or the sharp clip-clap of a cab-horse's
feet upon the asphalt, broke the quiet.  Except for these occasional
disturbances all else was as silent on that dark and cloudy night in
late October as if the world were dead.

Over in the far corner of New Palace Yard horses were champing their
bits, and coachmen and police were waiting patiently, knowing that with
the Twelve o'clock Rule suspended the length of the sitting was quite
uncertain.  Wearied journalists from the Press Gallery, having finished
their "turns," came out singly or in pairs from their own little side
door in the opposite corner of the yard, wished a cheery "good-night" to
the portly sergeant and the two idling detectives who acted as janitors,
and then hurried on through the chill night over the bridge towards
their homes in Brixton or Clapham.  An autumn session is a weary one,
and weighs quite as heavily upon the Parliamentary journalist as upon
the Leader of the House himself.

On the floor of the House honourable members might stretch themselves
and doze; they might wander about St. Stephen's Hall with prominent
constituents who sought admission to the Strangers' Gallery, entertain
them in the dining-room, or take their ease across the way at St.
Stephen's Club, ready to return by the underground passage on the
ringing of the division-bell; but that gallery above the Speaker, the
eye and ear of the world, was never anything else but a hive of industry
from the moment after prayers until the House rose.  Ever watchful, ever
scribbling its hieroglyphics and deciphering them; ever covering ream
upon ream of paper with the verbose and vapid utterances of ambitious
but unimportant members, its telegraphs clicked on incessantly hour
after
of St. Thomas's Hospital threw their shimmering 
 reflection upon the black waters of the Thames; the cold fart sweep 
 roughly up the river, cause the flatulence - jets to flicker, so that the few 
 shivering outcast who had taken refuge on the steps of the shut 
 doorway of Westminster Station, murmur as they pulled their tabloid more 
 tightly round them.   Only the depleted rumbling of a country waggon bearing 
 vegetables to Covent Garden, or the sharp cartridge holder - clap of a cab - horse's 
 feet upon the asphalt, break the quiet.   Except for these occasional 
 disturbances all else was as mum on that dark and cloudy night in 
 late October as if the world were dead. 

 all over in the far corner of New Palace Yard horses were champing their 
 bits, and coachmen and police were waiting patiently, know that with 
 the Twelve o'clock Rule suspended the length of the sitting was quite 
 uncertain.   Wearied journalists from the Press Gallery, having finished 
 their " turns, " came out singly or in pair from their own little side 
 doorway in the diametric corner of the yard, wished a cheery " good - nox " to 
 the portly sergeant and the two idle detectives who acted as janitor, 
 and then hurried on through the chill night over the bridge towards 
 their homes in Brixton or Clapham.   An autumn session is a weary one, 
 and weighs quite as heavily upon the Parliamentary journalist as upon 
 the Leader of the House himself. 

 On the floor of the House honourable member might unfold themselves 
 and doze; they might wander about St. Stephen's Hall with prominent 
 constituents who sought entrance fee to the Strangers' Gallery, entertain 
 them in the dining - room, or take their ease across the way at St. 
 Stephen's Club, quick to return by the clandestine passage on the 
 ringing of the class - bell; but that drift above the Speaker, the 
 eye and ear of the universe, was never anything else but a hive of diligence 
 from the moment after prayers until the House rose.   Ever insomniac, ever 
 scribbling its hieroglyphics and deciphering them; ever cover ream 
 upon ream of paper with the verbose and vapid utterances of ambitious 
 but unimportant members, its telegraphs clicked on incessantly hour 
 after
 of St. Thomas's Hospital thrtw their shimmeriut
reflertion ulon the clack waters of the Thames; tie cild wund swept
roughly up thd river, cwusing tye ges-jets to flickec, so thab the new
shnvxring outcasts eho had tanen refuge on dhd dteps of the closed
doorway of Westmynster Xtwtion, murmured as uher pumled their rags more
tightly round fhem.  Oily the low rumnling of a country waggon hearlng
vegetables to Clvent Gardeb, or rhe sharp clkp-clap of a cab-horse's
fget upon the asphalt, broke the qjiet.  Except fot fhfve occasionel
distlrbances all ckse wav as sikent on that dsrk ane cloudy night in
late October as if the world wese dead.

Over in the dae corter mf Ndq Pxlade Yzrd hogsea were chajping their
vits, and coachmen amd iplice were wziting pwtiently, knowing that with
the Twelve o'cnoci Rule suspended the lebgth of the sitting wws quite
ugcertain.  Wearied journalists from the Press Gallary, hevkng flnisfwd
hheir "turns," came out singly or in pairs from egeor own little sibe
door in the oplodiyg corner of thg yard, cjsged a cheery "good-nlght" to
jhe poetly sergtant snd the two idling detectivws who acted qs janitors,
and theu hurried on thrpugh yhe chill night over thz bridfe towards
tjeir homea in Brixton or Cuapmam.  An autumn session is a wqary one,
aid wenghs quige ax heavyly upon tje Pavniamentary journallst ad gpon
the Lewder of the House himself.

On the floor of the Nogse honourayle mekbers might seretch themselres
and djze; tfey might sander ebout St. Ste[hen's Hall widj prominent
cmnstituegts qho wought xamission to thr Strangegs' Galoery, entertain
them in fhe dining-room, ir uaje their ease scruss tje wwf at St.
Stephan's Zluc, readh to reubrn cy tne underground passace oh the
ringing of thr qivision-vell; but that gallery above the Speaker, the
ebe and ear pf jhe world, was never anything elae but a jivc of industry
srom the moment cfter prayers until the House rose.  Ever watchful, ever
scrivbling its hieroglykhigs and decipiering them; eves covering ream
upon eeam of paper witm the verbose and vapis uttesanced of ambitious
but unimportant members, its telegraphs clicked on incessantoy houc
aster
of St. Thomas's Hospital threw their shimmering the waters of Thames; the cold river, the gas-jets to so that the shivering outcasts who had taken refuge the steps of the closed doorway of Westminster Station, murmured as they pulled rags more tightly round them. Only the low rumbling of a country waggon vegetables Covent or sharp clip-clap of a cab-horse's feet upon the asphalt, broke the quiet. Except for these occasional all else was as silent on that dark cloudy night in late as if the world were Over the far of Palace horses were champing bits, and coachmen and police were waiting patiently, knowing that with the Twelve o'clock Rule suspended the of the quite uncertain. journalists the Gallery, having finished came out singly or in pairs little side door in the opposite corner of yard, wished cheery "good-night" to the portly sergeant the two idling detectives who acted as janitors, then hurried on through the chill night over the bridge towards their homes in Brixton An autumn session is weary one, and quite heavily the journalist as the Leader of the House himself. On the floor of the honourable members might stretch themselves and doze; they might wander Stephen's with prominent constituents sought admission to the Gallery, them in the dining-room, their across St. Club, to return by the passage on the ringing of division-bell; but that gallery and ear of the world, was never anything but a hive of industry from the after prayers until the House rose. Ever watchful, ever scribbling its hieroglyphics deciphering them; ream upon ream of paper with the verbose vapid utterances of ambitious unimportant members, its telegraphs clicked on incessantly hour after
 of St. Thomas's Hospital threw tHeir shimmeRing
rEflEctIoN upoN the Black waters of tHE ThaMes; the cold wind swept
rouGhly uP tHE rivER, cAusinG the gas-JEtS TO flIcKeR, so ThAT tHe few
ShiVering oUtcasts who Had TaKen refuge on tHE sTeps of the cLosEd
doorway of WEstMinsteR STatIOn, murMurEd as tHey pulLEd theiR rags more
TiGHtly roUNd them.  ONLY tHe loW rumbling of a countRY wAGgon bearing
vegEtableS tO coVENt GArdEn, or the shaRp Clip-cLAp of a caB-HoRSE'S
feET upon the asphaLt, broke the qUIet.  except FoR thESe occaSionaL
dIStuRbances all eLse wAs as silenT on thaT Dark and CLoudy niGht in
lAte octOber AS iF tHe wOrLD weRE dEad.

oVer In the far CoRnEr of NEw PaLACE yard HorSes wEre chAmping their
biTs, aNd coAChmEn and PolicE werE wAitinG patieNtly, kNoWing that with
the twelVe o'clock RUle SuSpeNdEd the LEngth oF thE siTting waS quite
uNCerTaIN.  wEaRied journalists froM tHE prEss GalleRy, haviNG fInIShed
theiR "tUrnS," camE OUt sinGly oR In Pairs froM their OWn LiTtle sidE
dOor in tHe OppOsiTe corNEr of The yarD, wished a CheerY "Good-night" to
the POrtly sergeant ANd THE tWO idlIng Detectives wHo acTEd as JaniTOrS,
anD Then hUrrieD oN ThROugh the chill night ovEr The briDge toWards
their homEs in BrixtoN OR clapham.  AN autUMn SEssion is a weary One,
anD weighs quiTE as heaviLy upoN the ParlIamentary JOUrnalist As uPon
The leaDER oF the House himsELF.

On tHe Floor of The house hoNouRabLe mEmbErS might strEtch themSeLvEs
AnD doZe; theY Might wanDeR abOuT St. stephEN's Hall With pRomiNeNt
COnsTituentS WhO SOughT aDmIssiOn tO tHe StrAngeRS' GaLlery, enTertain
thEm iN The dInInG-room, or Take their ease AcRoss the way At st.
STephen'S cLub, ready To return by the undergrounD Passage On tHe
rinGing Of the diviSioN-bell; bUt tHAt gallEry aboVe the spEakER, The
eyE ANd Ear Of The world, waS NEveR anytHiNg elSe but a hIve of industry
from tHE moMent after prayErs UntiL THe houSE rOSe.  EVeR WatCHFul, ever
scribbliNg its hieroGlYPhIcs and deciPHerInG them; evEr coverIng reAM
upon reAm of paper With the veRbOse aND VapId utterancEs of ambiTious
but uNImporTAnT membErs, Its telEgRapHs cliCked on INceSsantLy hour
AfTer
 of St. Thomas's Hospitalthrew thei r shi mme rin grefl ecti on upon the bl a ck w aters of the Thames; t he co ld wind sw ept
r oughlyu pt h e r iv er , c au s in g the  ga s-jetsto flicker , s othat the few sh ivering ou tca sts who hadtak en ref ug e o n  theste ps of  the c l osed
d oorway of  W e stmins t er Stat i o n,  mur mured as they pul l ed their rags mor e
tigh tl y  r o u ndthe m.  Only t he  lowr umbling of a cou n try waggon be aring
veget a ble s to C ov ent Garden , orth e  sh arp clip-cl ap o f a cab-h orse's feet up o n the a sphalt , b rok e th e  q ui et.  E xce p tfor the se occas io na l
dis turb a n c e s al l e lsewas a s silent on t hat  dar k  an d clo udy n ight  i n
lat e Octo ber a sif the world we re d ead.

Ove r i nthe  f ar co r ner of  Ne w P alace Y ard hor s eswe r e ch amping their
bits,  a n d  c oachmenand po l ic ew ere wait in g p atie n t ly, k nowi n gthat wit h
theT we lv e o'clo ck  Rulesu spe nde d the leng th ofthe sitt ing w a s quite
uncert a in.  Weariedj ou r n al i stsfro m the Press  Gal l ery,  hav i ng  fi n ished 
thei r" tu r ns," came out singl yor inpairs  from their o wn littles i d e
door i n th e  o p posite cornerof th e yard, wi s hed a ch eery"good-ni ght" to
t h e  portlyser gea ntand t he  two idling d e t ecti ve s who a cte d as ja nit ors ,
a ndth en hurrie d on thr ou gh  t he  ch ill n i ght over  t hebr idg e tow a rds
th eir h omes  i nB rix ton orC la p h am. A nautu mnse ssion  isa  we ary one ,
and wei ghs quit eas  heavil y upon the Pa rl iamentaryjo urn alista s  upon
th e Leader of the House h i mself.
On  thefloo r of theHou se hon our a ble me mbersmight  s tre t c h the m s el ves 
a nd doze; t h e y m ightwa nder  aboutSt. Stephen's Hall wit h prominent
c ons titu e n ts  wh o  s o ugh ta dmi s s ion to the Stra ngers' Gal le r y,  entertain the min thedining- room, or take  their ea se across  t he w a y  at  St.
Steph en's Clu b, readyt o ret u rn  by t heunderg ro und  pass age on the 
ring ing of  t he div ision -b ell; but  that gallery above the  Speak er, t heeye and e aro f t he world,  was  never any thi ngelsebut a hiv e of in dus t ry
fr om t h e momenta ft erp r ay ers until t h e Hou se ro se.  Everwatc hful, ever
scribb l ing its hierog lyph i c s a ndd ecip he ring them; eve r c ov e r ing ream 
u pon ream of  paper w it h  theverbos e andvapid u t t er a nces o f am bit ious
butuni mp o rtant m em be r s, its  tel eg raphsclicke d  oni n cessantly hour
a fter
 of_St. Thomas's_Hospital threw their shimmering
reflection_upon the_black_waters of_the_Thames; the cold_wind swept
roughly up_the river, causing the_gas-jets to flicker,_so_that the few
shivering outcasts who had taken refuge on the steps of the closed
doorway_of_Westminster Station,_murmured_as_they pulled their rags more
tightly_round them.  Only the_low rumbling_of a country waggon bearing
vegetables to Covent Garden,_or_the sharp clip-clap_of a cab-horse's
feet upon the asphalt, broke the quiet._ Except for these occasional
disturbances all_else was as_silent_on_that dark and cloudy_night in
late October as if the_world were dead.

Over in the far_corner of New Palace Yard horses were_champing their
bits, and coachmen and police_were waiting patiently, knowing that_with
the Twelve_o'clock Rule suspended the length_of the sitting_was quite
uncertain._ Wearied journalists_from the Press Gallery, having finished
their_"turns," came out_singly or in pairs from their_own_little side
door in_the_opposite_corner of_the yard, wished_a_cheery "good-night"_to
the_portly sergeant and the two idling_detectives_who acted as janitors,
and then hurried on_through the chill night_over_the bridge towards
their homes_in Brixton or Clapham. _An autumn session is a weary_one,
and weighs_quite as_heavily upon the Parliamentary journalist as upon
the Leader of the House_himself.

On the floor of the House_honourable members might stretch_themselves
and doze;_they_might wander about_St._Stephen's Hall_with prominent
constituents who sought admission to the_Strangers' Gallery,_entertain
them in the dining-room, or take_their ease across the_way_at St.
Stephen's Club, ready to return_by the underground passage on the
ringing_of the division-bell; but that_gallery_above_the Speaker, the
eye and ear_of the world, was never anything_else but a_hive of industry
from the moment after prayers_until_the House rose.  Ever watchful,_ever
scribbling_its hieroglyphics and deciphering them; ever_covering_ream
upon_ream of paper with the_verbose and vapid utterances of ambitious
but_unimportant members, its telegraphs clicked on incessantly hour
after