though not apparently connected with any particular election.

"Vote for Crane. He Said He would Eat His Hat and Did It. Lord Normantower's said he would explain how people came to swallow his coronet; but he hasn't done it yet.

"Vote for Pierce. He Said Pigs Would Fly And They Did. Rosenbaun Low said a service of international aerial express trains would fly; and they didn't. It was your money he made to fly.

"Vote for the League of the Long Bow. They Are The Only Men Who Don't Tell Lies."

The Prime Minister stood gazing after the vanishing cloud-castle, as it faded into the clouds, with a curious expression in his eyes. Whether it were better or worse for his soul, there was something in him that understood much that the muddled materialists around him could never understand.

"Quite poetical, isn't it?" he said dryly. "Wasn't it Victor Hugo or some French poet who said something about politics and the clouds? . . . The people say, 'Bah, the poet is in the clouds. So is the thunderbolt'"