text:  Who in a country town on a market day has not seen tradesmen cocking their eye apprentices glowering through the shop front and ladies subdolously peeping behind the window-shutter to catch a glimpse of the "member for our town " and having seen him think they are rather happier then they were before? The greatest fun in the world is to go to a _cul-de-sac_ off a dirty lane near Palace Yard called Manchester Buildings a sort of senatorial pigeon-house where the meaner fry of houseless M