Volume 146 — THE FEDERAL SOLUTION.
Reading edition
(See the daily papers passim.)
I.
Sir,—At last a ray of sanity has fallen like oil on the troubled waters of the Irish controversy and has given a well-merited cold douche to the extremists on either side. It is now acknowledged that what for want of a better term I may call the Federal Solution holds the field, and any attempt to expel it will only plunge the objector still deeper in the mire and cover him with ridicule from head to foot.
Long ago I adumbrated in the clearest possible way the fundamental outlines of this solution, and every hour which has passed has only sufficed, to strengthen a conviction which was already so deeply rooted as to be beyond the reach of hostile argument. What is now required to be done may be stated in a nutshell. Let the Government withdraw the present Home Rule Bill. They will thus dispose at once of the opposition of Mr. Bonar Law, Sir Edward Carson, Mr. J. L. Garvin and Mr. William O'Brien, and will provide themselves with a clean slate, which will be a peg on which any subsequent plan may be hung. Then let them bring in a Bill (or four or more Bills, if deemed necessary) for conferring autonomous governments on all the counties of England, Scotland, Ireland and Wales, every county to have the option of excluding itself for a period of not less than fifty or more than a hundred years by a majority of two-thirds of its electorate, women to count as two on a division. At the same time let the House of Lords be so reconstituted as to become in truth an Imperial Legislature, subject, however, to the veto of a new and impartial body to be composed of Field-Marshals, Archbishops, Judges and retired Lieutenant-Governors. Our Oversea Dominions could come into this scheme at any moment, if so desired. To this plan I can see no objections whatever except, perhaps, that its execution will take time and will stand in the way of other legislation—but anything that is worth doing takes time, and, for my own part, I want no other legislation.
Yours, etc.,
James B. Hornblower, Organising Secretary, Society of Federationists.
II.
(In answer to the above.)
Sir,—Dr. Hornblower is at his old games. His plan for settling the Irish question is no plan at all, as I have frequently shown. Whenever it has been submitted to the fire of criticism it has been found that it will not wash. It is quite useless to try to mix oil and vinegar in a jug that will not hold water.
I do not wish to be misunderstood. I am a convinced supporter of a Federal Solution and have for many years endeavoured to remove the public apathy which I have found to exist in regard to this profoundly interesting question. My suggestion is that, in order to sift the matter thoroughly and, if possible, to strike out a new path, we should put our existing constitution into the melting pot and thus clear away the weeds which threaten to choke its fair growth. Let Parliament be a movable institution, sitting for one week in Australia, for one week in Canada, for one week in Ireland, and so on. In the course of a year it will have sat in all the component parts of the Empire, which will then, indeed, be an Empire on which the sun never sets, and in which Parliament always sits. It need not, of course, be the same Parliament in every case, but can be varied, to suit local customs and prejudices. As a symbol of unity His Majesty the King might be conveyed by a special service of air-ships from one country to another, so that he might always open every Parliament in person. England, Scotland, Ireland and Wales would thus take their proper places in the Empire by the side of Barbados, Canada and British Guiana, and there would be no jealousy because all would be treated equally. Only in this way can civil war be avoided and Ulster be satisfied.
Yours, etc.,
Benjamin Woollet, Chairman of the Amalgamated League for the Federation of the Empire.
III.
(In answer to the two preceding letters.)
Sir,—Professor Woollet and Dr. Hornblower are both wrong. The only way in which a Federal Solution, such as we all desire, can be brought about is to convert the existing House of Lords—no change being made in its constitution—into the supreme and only legislative assembly of the whole Empire. The House of Commons, of course, would cease to sit, or it might take the place of the present London County Council. This is the true plan. All others are absurd. It is useless for people to say they do not want this. We insist on their having it.
Yours, etc.,
Jonathan Firedamp, President of Council of the Federal Association.
A MYTH OF BOND STREET.
(The latest thing in female head-wear is said to be the "Minerva" Hat.)
Forgive me if my nerves were somewhat shaken; Pardon me if my pulse went pit-a-pat When I observed your tiny head had taken To a "Minerva" hat. Love at my heart's closed door, with loudest knockings, Won his admittance as I gazed on you Garbed in the gear of her, of all blue-stockings, The most superbly blue. For you seemed nobler far in form and feature; In wisdom, too, I deemed you now divine, And, though I felt myself a worthless creature, I swore to make you mine. I said, "I'll win this goddess. Though the siege is Long, I shall learn her wisdom if I can, Until in time she throws her nuptial ægis Over her Super-man." And then you spoke, in accents all too human, Glanced at me coyly from beneath your casque; My vision vanished, and I saw the woman Behind that heavenly mask. And straight I felt (so flippant was your mien) a Pain as I mused on Pallas and her fowl, And left the phantom of a faked Athena, A disillusioned Owl.
Love's Labour Lost.
"The Newcastle Fire Brigade were called upon last night to deal with an outbreak at——, where Mr. J. G—— carries on business as a firelighter manufacturer. Before much damage had been done, the firemen were able to extinguish the flames with chemicals."
Newcastle Daily Journal.
Once again we see how the economic instinct clashes with the artistic temperament.

A POINT TO POINT IN IRELAND.
Owner of Rank Bad Horse (who has given the mount to a stranger). "Begorra, I didn't know he was a friend of yer honour's! Tell him to get down off that horse! Shure, I thought he was only a —— Saxon."