Political Campaigns 



I well remember, as I was going one day to my brother 

 and sister-in-law's house in London (they generally took a 

 house in town for the season) when this portrait was in progress, 

 I met the former walking down the street. He looked a 

 shade extra smart and very pleased with himself, and I said, 

 " Where are you off to ? " 



" To Mr. Ouless's studio," he said. " Fancy ! he has given 

 two days to the painting of my hands alone ! " 



Certainly his hands were very characteristic, and if any 

 one wants to see what they are like, I refer them to Madame 

 Tussaud's to look at the hands in wax of Richard Cceur de 

 Lion, for they are the exact counterpart. 



It is very difficult to account for my brother's loss of the 

 seat in 1895. But looking at the matter quite dispassionately 

 at this distance of time, it seems to me, as I know it does to 

 many others in the Brigg division, that the Conservative Party 

 made too sure of a victory — that they underrated their oppo- 

 nent. An absolutely fatal error in war — politics — or love. It 

 has since also been proved that many villages never received 

 my brother's election cards or posters. But whatever the 

 reason for Maunsell's failure in 1895, after his triumphant 

 success in 1894, this ending to his parliamentary career was, 

 in the opinion of many, a distinct loss to the country, and more 

 particularly to the agricultural and landed interests, of which 

 he had a unique knowledge. 



My brother was a very good speaker, and his voice carried 

 well. The first time I ever heard him speak was under the 

 most depressing circumstances. The meeting was held in an 

 immense rain-sodden marquee, in which the words of such a 

 practised speaker as Mr. Chaplin were almost inaudible. Yet, 

 though seated at the far end of the tent, I could hear every 

 word my brother said, without the slightest difficulty. That 



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