with the current Government we don't want anything, absolutely anything. Such it is the vote of the Nation that I represent.

Impartial. (interruption) That is, the vote of half dozen of anarchists that he represents.

Monkey. What does say he? What does say he?

Impartial. And had not the nation asked him also some measure of public interest?

Monkey. To the order, to the order.

Bignose. Those measures are for happier times.

Impartial. And wich happier time, more hopeful for the Province, than when one find gathered its Representatives? Isn't it now, Sirs, that you should propose measures of public usefulness? Why won't we treat of the opening of new highways and channels, of the construction of bridges, of the interior navigation of our torrential rivers, that so much competes for increase of the commerce and industry? Why won't we give a vital impulse to the all the branches of the public administration? You, on the contrary, you waste the time in the low and vile intrigue; you only have patriotism when attacking the Government, you only have energy to calumniate this or that Minister that displeases you. It was for that that the Province chose you. It was for that that it drains its safes...

A lot of voices. To the order, to the order.

Monkey. (very irritated) Mr. President, I propose the per-

petual exclusion of Mr. Impartial (general shouts of approval.).

Grindstone. He should be expelled with ignominy.

Jewel. He is very daring.

A lot of voices. Out, out; go outside!!

Impartial. Yes, I leave; and I feel very happy for not belonging more the a club of anarchists, to a reunion of lunatics and turbulent people. (he leaves.).

FIFTH SCENE.

The same clubmen, except Lie, that will have taken the Impartial until putting him through the door out.

Bignose. (very angry) Rogue! To speak here in public welfare, public interest! What we should do was to break his the bones.

Treble. I was already with little hand closed to go to the his chins.

SIXTH SCENE.

Lie and the same ones.

Lie. (running afraid.) Friends! We are lost!... Surrounded by the Permanents!

Bignose. That must be lie.

Lie. Let us flee that it is still time.

Bignose. Don't have faith in this, nuts, that is a liar.

Treble. Sirs! An Officer of Police...

Mygodfather. (scratching the head) For this I didn't wait. This was the devil.